Breast Isn’t Always Best

While I love all of the beautiful photos of women nursing newborns and am a huge advocate for breastfeeding, it is a FULL TIME job and not an easy one. With my son I had an extremely difficult time producing enough milk so I had to supplement with formula which pretty much made me feel like a failure. It was devastating to me. With Savannah, while I don’t have a problem producing this go around I have had extremely rough days. I am completely sleep deprived which is no bueno for anyone and she can get extremely fussy at the breast for reasons I have yet to understand. I had a major meltdown last Thursday when, after weeks of feeding fine, she would not latch. My three year old kept running into the room just as I would get her calm and just about ready to sleep and she would awake in a screaming fit. I then would yell at him to leave the room when all he wanted to do was play with me which made him scream and cry which, in turn, made me scream and cry and the cycle continued. My husband came home to a house full of tears and “suggested” I quit nursing. I did stick with it and eventually we fell into a calmer routine and things are back on track. But, man it was tough for a bit. I just wanted to share how difficult breastfeeding can be and you have to do […]

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Is There A Best Or Worst Stage Of Raising Children? The Answer Is No. So Stop Telling People There Is.

Each stage of raising children is precious for its own reasons. The innocent, helpless babies who epitomize the beauty of life. The wonder of watching toddlers learn and grow. The hilarity and sweetness of pre- and grade school ages. The pride of watching teens develop into themselves and helping them find their footing in the world. And the enormous love that comes from learning to trust and let them go. There’s no career or life experience that compares to the enormity of having children. But, let’s be honest. Sometimes they’re little shits -all of them- who drive us to the absolute edge of our own sanity. And it’s okay to say it. Sometimes, we’re driven to that edge through the sheer chaos of life, not through any fault of their or our own. And it’s okay to say that, too.  None of this means that you don’t love your life, your children, or motherhood with a heart that is ten times bigger than you ever knew possible.  I thought we were all in agreement about that, but I’m reminded sometimes that we’re not.

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Red shoes, Snuggles and tears..

Four more days until my expected due date.  It is quite difficult to find words that accurately describe the array of feelings swirling around inside of me these last days. My son had a terrible time both falling and staying asleep, last night.  I bought him these new red sneakers on a whim from Amazon and the kid has absolutely fallen in love with them. So much so he insisted on sleeping with them. And, when I say insisted I mean a full blown meltdown about the damn shoes.  It was late, we were all tired and I stopped giving a f*%k about all the germs that could potentially make him sick and allowed him to sleep with the red sneakers.  Not my finest moment. You know what was one of my finest moments? When at 2am he awoke in a screaming fit with growing pains in his legs and I took him into my bedroom to soothe him, sing to him and cuddle him back to sleep. These are precious moments between the two of us that may be few and far between once the new baby arrives.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry myself to sleep. Today, I would like to share this heartbreakingly sweet photo with you.  Mommyhood can be so challenging on so many levels from moment to moment and sometimes even second by second but these are the moments that simultaneously expand and break our hearts; moments that surpasses all others. http://www.scarymommy.com/photo-mom-clutching-firstborn-goes-viral/

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The Veggie Wars: You Most Definitely Can Not Have Any Pudding If You Don’t Eat Your Meat

As a kid, I ate dinner with my grandparents every evening. Without fail at every mealtime, my grandfather would remind me that if I didn’t eat my vegetables, my hair would fall out and everyone at school would think I was a boy, which would mean I would have to join the football team. (I hate football.) I’m too embarrassed to admit how old I was before I realized that, along with my broccoli, he had been feeding me a steaming bowl of lies my whole life.

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