My body does this really fun thing where it powers through stressful situations and then crashes immediately afterwards. The first time I remember this happening was after I got married, returned from my honeymoon, and my new husband went back to work. Despite relaxing on the beach for several days and having a couple more to acclimate to married life, it was as if my body was running on adrenaline until the moment his truck pulled out of the driveway and the second I was alone, all the stress of wedding planning and moving left my body, making room for the sickness to swoop in.
Oy, I feel you on nursing through the colicky baby with ties… I thought it would be easier 2nd time around because we knew more, but was still really rough and more genetic issues than the first. 🤦♀️ 11 & 7 now. My heart goes out to those who have lived through it.💜
Oh my gosh yes! I can so easily put myself back in those early days when NOTHING helped and she screamed for 5 months straight. I have a soft spot in my heart for moms in the same spot. That’s a good reminder about knowing better not always equating to having a better experience, though. If I ever get the chance to breast feed again, I’ve unconsciously made this checklist in my head of all the things I’ll do differently and I need to remember that won’t necessarily equate to an easier experience because every kid is different!
This hits home! And rest assured, it gets easier and easier. My boys are now 8.5 and 5, and the self-sufficiency they’re capable of would have made my brain explode three years ago 🤯 it’s certainly a bittersweet privilege, though!
I can only dream of the attention spans she’ll be capable of at those ages 🤣 but yes, so bittersweet!
Oy, I feel you on nursing through the colicky baby with ties… I thought it would be easier 2nd time around because we knew more, but was still really rough and more genetic issues than the first. 🤦♀️ 11 & 7 now. My heart goes out to those who have lived through it.💜
Oh my gosh yes! I can so easily put myself back in those early days when NOTHING helped and she screamed for 5 months straight. I have a soft spot in my heart for moms in the same spot. That’s a good reminder about knowing better not always equating to having a better experience, though. If I ever get the chance to breast feed again, I’ve unconsciously made this checklist in my head of all the things I’ll do differently and I need to remember that won’t necessarily equate to an easier experience because every kid is different!
This hits home! And rest assured, it gets easier and easier. My boys are now 8.5 and 5, and the self-sufficiency they’re capable of would have made my brain explode three years ago 🤯 it’s certainly a bittersweet privilege, though!