This moment right here causes memory loss. It isn't really amnesia, it is more a sort of delusion.
There is no other reason, event, or time that would inspire me to say sure, sign me up to vomit, pee every 20 minutes, spread my hips, stretch my belly, hold a bowling ball on my pubic bone, crowd my stomach and push stomach acid into my esophagus, press on my diaphragm so all I can take are shallow breaths, swollen ankles and hands and labia, split me open, push out my insides, face potential major surgery, introduce my vagina to 8 pounds or so coming through it, poop with an audience, bleed for several weeks, rearrange my insides, fearfully learn how to pee and poop all over again, smell like sour milk for months, give up on sleep...
All for a cheese covered prize that will scream if I don't get my boob in their mouth fast enough.
I look at a picture like this one and say "pshah, that was no big deal, I can totally do that again. I want a vernix baby too!" The puke, the poop, the goo, the pain, the work, all of it just fades when you breathe in a new baby. Or see a picture of one.
Science has proven that mommy brain is a thing, we actually lose brain cells when we have children. And even better, those kids leave some of their own cells in our heads too.
I am evidence of this. How else can it be explained that I see this picture and think I miss that moment.
It isn't really that I've forgot how hard it was, I remember. I remember very well. But the baby has bewitched me into thinking it was no big deal, practically a walk in the park...
Just give me a baby!
Babies are magicians. They make ovaries twitch and uteri set up a baby bed on the spot.
This moment is everything.
Why do we do it?
This moment and so many more after it are why. Even if we know we can't or won't be doing it again, this moment makes all of what it took to get there so small, so insignificant, so totally worth it.
A delusion that it was no big deal, not that hard, didn't turn us inside out. Because in this moment, nothing else matters.
This beautiful image was posted on Instagram by OzBreastfeeding from Courtney Benno. Such a beautiful photo.
So whose ovaries are twitching at the sight of this?
Have any great April Fools pranks you're planning? We'd love to put together a collection of April Fools pranks as an alternative to the over-done pregnancy social media announcement. Post your ideas below.
"I have no doubt that those pulling the prank aren’t intending to hurt anyone, they are just having fun. The reactions from their friends and loved ones gives them a laugh and they are able to move on. What they may not see, however, are those friends and loved ones who don’t comment, don’t “like,” don’t laugh. Those friends and loved ones for whom a pregnancy announcement is no joke. Not because they don’t have a sense of humor but because there is a deep ache within them to have a real, not a joke positive pregnancy test of their own. It’s not funny, it’s painful. It isn’t necessary to understand or relate to that pain, it’s just human decency and kindness not to cause them more pain once you’re aware of it."
Keep seeing yourself as the superhero, you totally are.
It just may be a while before our baby sees the whole picture. ;)
(P.S. Anyone know the creator of this so we can credit them?)
Yesterday the answer was no.
We have had boundaries for a while in our breastfeeding relationship but usually the answer would be in a little bit or let's wait until we get home. But two days ago, the day after her 4th birthday, the answer was no.
We were on a city bus and she was tired. In asking for bobbies she was asking to cuddle and fall asleep while we rode home. But in that moment I didn't want to and her nursing has become so spread out that it is becoming uncomfortable for me. The truth is, I feel done. And I know that she is pretty close to done herself. When she does latch it is fleeting and she doesn't get any milk (though I can and do still express my milk). It was strange to say no. But it also felt right. I offered to hold her on my lap and snuggle. She asked if she could feel my skin. Yes, of course. Then she nestled in to the same space she would have if she had nursed.
Then she fell asleep.
No tears, no anger. Just a moment of sad when she said she likes the bobbies. I know but we can still snuggle. Is that what you want? To snuggle. Yes. That was what she wanted.
Later, when we looked through photos on my phone, she saw this and said she snuggled but she didn't nurse. She told me she likes snuggles.
I do too.
She didn't ask to nurse today. But she did ask to snuggle. This is what weaning looks like for us. It is precious.
(Info on setting boundaries in the breastfeeding relationship can be found here: http://theleakyboob.com/2016/01/breastfeeding-boundaries/ )
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My standards changed on what made a dress perfect when I had a baby.