Lessons at Lunch
She eyed me as I sat behind my pump, sobbing softly beneath the familiar vvv-naa vvv-naa whooshing of its mechanism as I contemplated failure and fear and fought against pain.
She sat up straighter at the table where she ate, getting my attention.
I wish I were you, she said.
Why do you say that? I asked.
Wistfully, she replied, I really want to be a mommy...
She has a knack for perspective sometimes, this girl of mine.
posted by kittenpie @ 12:47 AM
13 Comments:
Oh, beautiful.
That was the hardest part this time - trying not to scare Q-ster while it hurt feeding Buster. It'll get better, it will! And in the meantime, using some formula to let your body heal isn't failure. It's about being healthy as a mom and whatever you and baby and family need - all of you.
No advice to give. Just sending you a big hug.
What a love, your little girl. (Also, I'm with lady M. Smart lady she is. xo.)
Oh, sweet lady. I so hope this gets better fast.
Hugs to you and yours -
Jess
ohh so sweet. No one could have offered you more at this time I don't think.
hey that was me.
vvv-naa, vvv-naa does not mean failure. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Let yourself heal and try anew (if that's what you want).
Noooo. I say in awed admiration. How sweet. How just so full of love.
What a darling.
Aw, sweet girl!
Do you have a hospital pump? It REALLY shouldn't hurt. REALLY. Try putting hottish - not too hot - cloths on your breasts when you express.
Beck - the pumping was hurting on one side because of a duct trying to plug itself up that I was massaging out - the pump doesn't hurt, I actually quite LOVE my pump. Is that weird?
What a sweetie.
Hang in there. It will get better. Sending hugs and non-sore booby thoughts your way...
that is so sweet.
I so wish things get easier for you soon.
I probably would have thrown in the towel by now- so you are much stronger than me.
I also second what Lady m said about the formula.
happy mom = happy baby
at least that's my 2 cents.
big hugs to you.
*SOB*
How sweet is that?
Reminds me of the day I fell apart at the dinner table while stressing over my financial situation. 6yr old daughter came up, hugged me and whispered in my ear:
"You can have all my money in my piggy bank Mommy if you'll smile again..."
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