That's what she said

"I'm going to start a blog" she said. "It will be easy" she said.

Yup, and a NOPE!
Not unlike most things in life, keeping up with blogging hasn't been what I thought it would be. I thought after years of keeping journals, and writing random blurbs that I would have more than enough to say...and I do. The problem is that I'm not sure anyone ELSE wants to hear it. Ya know?

Self doubt has turned into my editor. Each time I think about writing a post, or sharing another experience, I pause. "Who cares!?" "Is it interesting, or relate-able?" "Am I going to be certifiable if I actually post this?" etc...

But this blog wasn't about all of that. I started this for myself. To have something, anything that I could call mine. Mine, mine, mine! (insert whiny 3 year old voice here)
I wanted a place to be myself, without worrying about someone else agreeing with me or if I was setting a bad example or giving two hoots about grammar and run on sentences.

Because darn it I deserve to do something without considering anyone else but ME.

Call me selfish, go ahead. It's OK. I am, I am being 100% selfish....and I don't care! I don't care if people think it's wrong of me to take time for me. As if by taking care of myself I am less of a mother. (WRONG!) Call me dramatic, and emotional, and illiterate.  It's OK. I'm OK.

Do you know why? Because I take time for myself. It's not often, and it's not some grand event. It may be something as simple as hiding the last piece of cheesecake and eating after everyone else is asleep. Did the kids want it? Probably. Does it really matter that I didn't share? Yes.
 It does matter, to me. I made one small decision to do something that would make me happy. I didn't think about how the kids would get really excited if I let them have that last piece the next day after lunch, or how eating cheesecake at 9:30 isn't healthy. I just made myself happy. I was selfish.

 As mothers we spend so much of our time, actually ALL of our time providing for everyone else. Usually we leave ourselves out of the mix and that's crap!
 How can you possibly expect to do your best for others if you aren't at your best?!
 I can't.
 It's taken years of depression, and anger, and sadness to realize that I can't be everything or even anything for someone else if I'm not OK.
I have to have an outlet. I have to take a shower by myself at least once a month. I need to eat cheesecake in the dark kitchen with a baby spoon even if it's unhealthy and weird.
I need to sleep late on a Saturday even if my husband worked late the night before and I want to buy a pair of white jeans even though it's impractical.
 Because those really small things are so big for ME.

So I'm going to do better about keeping up with my blog.
For me

Things I wish someone had told me about breast feeding.

I recently had someone ask me how I've managed to successfully breastfeed my babies for at least 12 months. She felt like it was impossible to commit to such a huge task. So I thought I would share some things I learned over during my my time as a ebf mom.

My youngest playing a game of peek a boo during a cluster feeding session

1. It takes time. Be patient and know you are doing a good job. It is really easy to get discouraged during those first few weeks or during a growth spurt when cluster feeding has taken over your life.

2. It's OK to feel tired, and confused, and unsure. You just had a baby, the things going on inside your brain/body from hormones and everything else give you the right to have extra feelings. If you feel like things are becoming too much or have any unhealthy thoughts about yourself or your baby call your doctor. Baby blues can turn into postpartum depression. There is no shame in that, it's more science going on that you can't fix without help. Ask for it.

3. Be prepared to delegate everything else to everyone else. If you can manage to, have someone else responsible for anything else but feeding the baby during your first week. Do it!
Your job should be learning with your baby on what latch works best for you both, and bonding. Grab a tall glass of water, a healthy snack, and get comfy. Don't forget to think about your baby while nursing too; those lovey thoughts can help with your let down.

4. Nurse on demand. There are a lot of people who like to put babies on a schedule, and that's great once they are old enough, but ebf babies need to nurse not only for food, but for comfort as well. You may feel like nothing but a glorified pacifier but at least you're a pretty one. :) I've been there. You can do it momma.

5. It's OK to supplement. A lot of people will argue with me on this one. I know the best way to increase milk supply is to keep breast feeding, and you should. Pump after feedings, increase your water intake, make sure you're eating enough, and stay away from tight bras but if nothing else is working it is OK. After my last baby was born I had emergency surgery. It was traumatic and with a barely 2 week old, we hadn't reached that level of comfort to ward off nipple confusion. She got accustomed to how easily the bottle was, and I got upset. My supply went down, so we supplemented. But we made it. I kept at it, and slowly weened her back to me. Sometimes that meant giving her a bottle to help her ease her hunger and sneaking her onto the breast for the last half. It wasn't the perfect last baby experience I hoped for, but she's a happy 15 month old who has no desire to give up on nursing.

6. Talk to someone. A group online for moms who ebf, a lactation consultant, a friend, your mom, your pediatrician, anyone who is pro breastfeeding. It's incredibly hard to have a positive nursing experience when you are made to feel ashamed of feeding your baby. A lot of times people don't realize they're causing the shame, and maybe they just don't understand. But stick with your guns. Your a making the healthiest choice for you and your baby. So even if people stare at you in Walmart because your walking around with a giant tarp around your neck and little feet sticking out the end, it's OK. Laugh it off, smile at them, and if you dare lose the tarp. It's probably hard to eat under a blanket anyway. :)

7. It's OK to quit. You'll know when the time comes and it may not be by choice. But do not feel guilty. Don't allow any ounce of shame to taint the amazingness that is you! Giving your child something that only you can give them is beautiful and wonderful but babies grow up to be beautiful and wonderful without breast milk too. I would know, my first born was formula fed from 6 weeks and I think she rocks!