Today I’m Struggling With…An Unfair Advantage

From the moment I had my first child. No wait, from the moment I got pregnant with my first child. No, from the moment I started trying to get pregnant with my first child (there we go!) I have changed my habits, choices, and thoughts to accommodate a new life. I stopped thinking about myself as an individual with singular wants or needs. I forced myself to set aside my personal desires to make room for someone else’s – someone who I had yet to meet, someone who didn’t even exist yet.

In many ways I’ve had the unfair advantage (let’s call it that, flatteringly) of being able to practice this parental empathy for months and years beyond my husband. I stopped drinking alcohol in August 2013, when we started “trying” for our first kid. It was the first time I had to put my own desires aside and say to myself, “this isn’t about you anymore, so buck up, buttercup!” It wasn’t “hard” per se, but it was a choice and I stuck to it even when it was inconveniently noticeable or just plain not fun.

I gave up more when I got pregnant. I gave up more when he was born – sleep being the most memorable and affecting. I continued having to think about the baby first, myself second (maybe). And around the time I felt like I was finally able to think about myself again, we thought another kid sounded like a good idea. And so the process started over. Continue reading “Today I’m Struggling With…An Unfair Advantage”

Struggle Helper: Pumpkin Spice Boobie Bites

So I’m not gonna try to hide the fact that I am a basic bitch. I love fall. I love flannels. I love buffalo plaid. I love Starbucks. And I love pumpkin spice. No shame!

Yes I am, Ru. Yes, I am.

I also have a baby that has decided to cluster feed overnight and my milk supply is struggling to catch up. So when I was about to stir up a batch of my favorite no-bake lactation cookies, I decided to put a pumpkin spice spin on the recipe.

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Today I’m Struggling With…Breastfeeding and Emotional Labor

I have two kids and breastfed both of them. My son until he was one, my daughter for four months so far. Breastfeeding was never a question and was a very important goal in my process of becoming a mother. But — and I’m already steeling myself for the comments — I’ve started to wonder if that one choice has done more or less good for my relationship with my husband and my own personal identity as a woman.

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Today I’m Struggling With…Thrush

Everything about my experiences with my two children has been opposite. My son, H, turned three two days after my daughter G was born. Where he was a spastic, sporadic eater who struggled to latch due to a short frenulum (tongue-tied), she is a hearty, efficient eater who can drain one side in seven minutes. With H, my struggle was more emotional than physical. Breastfeeding is hard. Like, really hard. While I did have a baby that would eat for 30 minutes, fall asleep for 30 minutes, and then decide to eat again – creating a never-ending nursing marathon that rarely allowed me unburdened time – what I didn’t have was physical issues. I used a nipple shield to help him latch, gave him a pacifier after a few months, and he took a bottle quickly and easily. Unbeknownst to me at the time, all of these things that made my life easier were also making me susceptible to thrush. But I never got it. Not even once in the year he was breastfed.

Flash forward three years, and just three weeks after G was born, my sister noticed a white spot on her tongue. “I think she has thrush,” she said with an apologetic smile. I sighed heavily, realizing this was going to be an issue I really did not have the energy to deal with. By the evening, my nipples were bright red and itching like crazy. So it was clear, without a shield, pacifier, or bottle to blame it on, we had thrush. Continue reading “Today I’m Struggling With…Thrush”