I’ve been reading an incredible amount in the past few weeks. Breastfeeding up to 14 hours a day provides plenty of time for it. Today I was shown an article that touched on the difficult topic of fertility and the choice to pursue pregnancy.
All in Family
I’ve been reading an incredible amount in the past few weeks. Breastfeeding up to 14 hours a day provides plenty of time for it. Today I was shown an article that touched on the difficult topic of fertility and the choice to pursue pregnancy.
I fancy myself an independent person. Here’s an example: when I lived alone and wanted to move furniture, instead of waiting for a friend to drop by, I’d huff-and-puff and inch that completely-full dresser across the room corner by corner until it was placed just right. Some people might call this stubborn, but I prefer to think of it as a get-it-done attitude.
The early weeks of motherhood hit you like a transport truck. The extreme sleep deprivation, in particular, plays tricks on your brain. In the hours between 2 and 6 a.m., I’m often not sure if I’m awake, in a waking dream, or hallucinating.
Newborn babies eat every two to three hours, and approximately 8 to 10 times per day. For the past couple of months, day and night, I have been tethered to a newborn baby for approximately 30-45 minutes each, 8 or more times per day.
I once read a famous celebrity comment on her impending motherhood. She hoped having children would make her less selfish.
I grew up in a working-class family. My dad worked as a steel salesman and my mom stayed at home. I don’t mean to imply we were ever wanting for anything, but believe me, when the local orthodontist’s family sent over a garbage bag of hand-me-down clothing, chock-full of ivory corduroy, preppy plaid and brand names, it was a glorious occasion.
I've been wanting to get back into writing for a while, and have been toying with the various methods I could be employing to make this happen.
When Ed and I got engaged October before last, we decided to plan our wedding for the following summer, because waiting until this summer seemed like it might be too far in the future for my dad to be there.