Today has kicked me in the butt.
I only curled half of my hair.
I drank a Red Bull before 7:15 a.m.
I fell asleep on the floor after saying my morning prayers.
My kid ate Play-Doh.
My other one went down for a nap with leaves in her hair.
We have watched an undisclosed number of Daniel Tiger episodes.
Lincoln is teething and it’s a hot, wet, mess.
No, it’s not my best day.
If I’m being totally honest though, it’s just a day. This. Is. Motherhood.
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I’ve about had it.
Can we all just collectively agree that parenting is hard. Any aspect of it. Motherhood, fatherhood, pregnancy, infertility – all of it. It is HARD.
But my goodness, if we don’t make it harder for each other than we need to.
I came across a Facebook post earlier today that talked about how women aren’t “lucky” to be able to breastfeed, they are just more determined and stubborn than you. While this wasn’t the exact wording, this was the clear message.
I walked away feeling like the only difference between moms that breastfeed and moms that don’t is their sheer desire to give their baby what’s best.
I call a big, fat, hearty load of B.S.
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Last time I blogged, I got pretty real about my struggle with postpartum depression.
I’d like to get real again and sing the praises of my doctor and modern medicine. I started medication for my PPD over a month ago. It has been quite literally life changing. I feel like I have walked out of a haze and fog into the brilliant sunlight. It has helped my mind return to equilibrium.
Since starting the medication, I have found so much joy in motherhood. Part of that has been the SSRIs, and part, I’d like to think, has been my resolve to live more intentionally. What you may not know is that I suffered from debilitating depression my entire second pregnancy. One day I’ll write about it. But not yet.
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