I would like to preface this post by setting the stage for you. I am currently typing with one hand while my shirt is up around my neck and my left boob hangs out because I'm afraid to move it in fear that I will wake up my baby who is currently cradled in my left arm. She has just fallen asleep after 5 hours of mayhem.
During my short time of being a parent I have come across a few things that most people don't talk. I am here to give it to you real.
Everyone and their f'n dog want to look/touch/talk to your baby. It can get weird. Especially when people want to engage in a lengthy conversation about their children and how they raised them all while you are trying to find the damn peanut butter in the grocery store while your infants screams echo through the store.
Do not, under any circumstance lift anything heavy for the 6 weeks following delivery even if you didn't have a C-section. If you do be prepared to have a ridiculously sore cooter/arse/incision. OUCH! Upon discharge from the hospital my doctor said "take it easy for the next 6 weeks". What I took from that was "Since your blood pressure hasn't stabilized yet be sure to not run any marathons in the next 6 weeks". Wrong. I wish he had been more specific and said "Do not try to be a champion and carry your child in her car seat three blocks to her 2 week doctors appointment". Shit. Totally regretting that.
Breastfeeding does not come easily for everyone. In fact, it can be hellish and a huge mind game as you might have read in my previous Boobies post. Take advantage of the community support in your area and reach out to friends who have children whether they breastfed or not. Their support will be invaluable.
The Witching Hours - wtf?! how have I never ever ever heard of this in my entire life? When my daughter was about 7 weeks old she started losing her mind in the evenings. When I say losing her mind, I truly mean losing her mind. She screamed from 7-10pm and nothing, not even feeding her could calm her down. My husband and I had no idea what was wrong with her. Thank God my girlfriend Katie was with me one evening when this happened and mentioned that her son did the same thing and that it was in fact very common and even had a name called the witching hours. Seriously? Ugh - what a sigh of relief! We now can anticipate her "Witching Hours" and try to combat it the best we can. Most of the time and nice long evening walk in The Moby followed by some bouncing on our exercise ball does the trick. I say most of the time because today those tactics clearly didn't work, hence the boob hanging out while typing.
Those are the three biggest "secrets" at this point that I thought I would disclose. With all of that being said, Motherhood is treating me very well. Our peanut is amazing and I am absolutely loving being a Mom. There are hard days and amazing days but each day is truly a blessing. I am one lucky lady.
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