It’s official, I have put away my nursing pads and stocked up on tampons. I am no longer a nursing mama.
I’ve reached this milestone with both joy and sadness. No more pumping (hooray!) or worrying about how many drinks I can have with dinner. But this change also means I will miss that special time with my daughter, and perhaps more life altering, my hormones are making me crazy.
When I first became pregnant, I thought for sure I would be one of those women who cried at the sight of a butterfly and flew off the handle because the water wasn’t boiling fast enough. In reality, I didn’t experience much change in my range of emotions. When I stopped nursing my first daughter, I became pregnant within the month, so again, I never really felt any sort of swing. This time however, I’m out of my element. Here are a few examples of what I’m talking about:
- I ask my husband if he can go grab the baby’s bottle. Even though he does it within one minute of my question, I want to freak out because it’s not done in the first 30 seconds. #iwantitnow #takeachillpill
- My girls are playing together in their tent (aka castle) and I hear my two-year-old “reading” to her sister. I hear their giggles and think I am the luckiest person in the world and I have the best children ever. Is this a sweet moment? Yes, but do I deserve a medal? Absolutely not, especially considering said angels were knocking each other over 5 minutes later. #deliriouseupohoira #justwaitfiveminutes
- I find myself tearing up while watching one of my favorite shows, The Blacklist. For those who are unaware, this show has more than its share of violence as well as story lines that stretch way beyond reality. But show me the close-up of the baby who was rescued at 33 weeks from its dying mother, while flashes of the female lead’s past (you know, your typical husband who turns out to be a bad/maybe ok spy who makes your whole life feel like a lie while still trying to have a family of your own) fade in and out. I mean really, it’s an arguably good TV show. #overlysympathetic #thatsnotrealitytv
Despite this craziness, I really am happy to have reached this point. If you have any suggestions for getting me through these more “emotional” interludes- please feel free to share your wisdom. I will be forever grateful and have already started plans for a statue in your honor.
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