Momfession: I don’t think I could pump for another baby.

Sep 30, 2014 by

Did you know that CT Working Moms has a Momfessions page?  It is a place for all of us to anonymously share some of our best/worst motherhood confessions.  One recently submitted Momfession caught my eye:

‘I was so traumatized from exclusively pumping for my son, who wouldn’t latch, that when my daughter came along I refused to pump, and when she didn’t latch and lost too much weight initially, we switched her to formula. Not breastfeeding or pumping was so freeing and wonderful. I felt like I had been given my life back. I was so ashamed though that I pretended to be nursing or pumping when talking to other “mom friends.”’

The Fear of Having Post-Partum Depression…AGAIN.

Sep 24, 2014 by

With my first son, I had post-partum depression. But that’s not what this post is about. To be honest, I’m not quite ready to write about that. This is about what happened the second time around.

 

First of all, I did not want to have another baby. Sure, I liked the idea of my son having a sibling (being one of four, I knew the significance of that experience). My husband wanted another child. But I did not. Why would I ever take the chance of going through that horrible nightmare again? Nothing is worth feeling like that. No, not even a child.  

 

Well, the conversation inevitably came up and I gave my husband the same reply every time “I’m just not ready yet.” I used that excuse for about a year. Then in a weak moment (or maybe subconsciously I thought I was ready, I don’t know) I said “Ok, let’s do it”. So I went off the pill and started timing things. About two days later I freaked out: There is NO way I’m doing this again! 

Sometimes it’s hard to talk about.

Sep 3, 2014 by

Right after my girl was born and subsequently diagnosed with Down syndrome, just about the only people we could speak to about it were our parents. Because I couldn’t talk about it without completely losing my shiz. My maternal hormones were on parade and the words just couldn’t leave my mouth without the flood gates also breaking open from my eyes.

So I did what I do.

I wrote it down.

I sent an email to about 40 of our closest friends, laying down the facts and a hopeful outlook for our future.  I asked that nobody call. I gave permission for them to spread the word as appropriate but asked that whomever they tell respect our privacy, too. The last thing I wanted was for the rest of the world to see the hot mess I had become.

Teaching Children To Be Honest

Aug 21, 2014 by

My four-year-old has learned how to do so many things, most of which I’m proud of. However, there is one new skill that I’m really not thrilled about, and that’s her lying. I know it’s a part of growing up and learning right from wrong. Luckily, I can typically work my “special mommy powers” to get the truth out of her. And by “special mommy powers,”  what I really mean is that I can outsmart her. For now at least. I have explained to her that lying will always get her into more trouble, with more consequences, than if she just comes clean from the get-go. I may, or may not, have also told her that I WILL ALWAYS FIND OUT THE TRUTH while using the “I mean business!” look on my face. We’re working on it. Honesty can be a pretty challenging concept to teach a preschooler.

6 Years

Aug 20, 2014 by

This month, my beautiful wife and I celebrate 6 years of marriage (and 15 years together!).  It is blowing my mind how much life we have lived in these past 6 years and how much things have changed.

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When family and friends gathered around us on that gorgeous midsummer night, they were witnessing the birth of a family.  The love, support, and celebration of that night, brought us here – to a family bursting with abundance.

These 6 years have been hard. Standing there on my wedding night, I was so naive about the struggles that would come.

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