Eight months. Eight Months! Eight Months!! really?? where has the time gone lil Z? You are now crawling – backwards more than forwards and frogging it more than actually crawling but you’re moving! Your diet has gone from 100% Breast milk to avocados, pears, apples, bananas, salmon, chicken, broccoli, carrots, spinach, rice, sweet potatoes, plums, whew! I can barely keep up!
You are still (thankfully) on only breast milk and I hope and pray i can keep it that way for as long as possible.
You smile so much now. And you giggle when we tell you stories, jabber away with your toys, you straight out belly laugh when we kiss your tummy and you are not afraid to voice your opinions on the weather.
Always happy to see us, happy to go out, happy to take a pram ride, happy to sit in your Tula, happy to eat what’s in front of you and happy to get into bed, happy to get a diaper change and happy to talk with your friends (Mousie, Octo, Capo, Cato, Snoopa, Sophie and Lil Bee)
I am completely in love with you. I cannot stop kissing your sweet lil face. You are really a blessing, you know that? Don’t grow up so fast sweet baby boy. You make every thing worthwhile. Everything.
Sometimes being a Stay at Home Mum is hard.OK, this is not new, people have said it before me and will probably say it after as well. But it bears repeating.
I read an article today (where else but on Facebook!) and in it, a dad states that he would like his wife to stay home and take care of the kids. At the risk of sounding sexist, he felt that the first few years are crucial in a childs development and a mother is best equipped to deal with that. A woman called Agnes Martinez writes an answer to this question and thats the article I read. You can read it here.
It was interesting. Being a mother to a seven month old, I am still at the stage where I am ‘needed’ by my child and I will probably stay in this stage for a few more years. But I completely get what she’s saying when she writes that “The years have consumed me. My oldest is almost 18 and my youngest is almost 15. Neither comes to me for school help because they saw me as just “mommy”. They knew I was educated but never saw me using my knowledge and just assumed my education level was equivalent to a 6th grade child with a learning problem. They come to me for comfort and “mommy problems“.
I don’t want to be in that position. Where my children don’t consider me as a person capable of making real world decisions or perceived as smart/intelligent. Its definitely got me thinking. Had a chat with the husband on this too. Hmmmmmmm….I need to ensure that in the next few years I take steps to ensure I don’t ever regret the decision Ive made to stay home to raise a person. I don’t regret it now. But I want to make sure I am always this confident that my decision was the right one for me.
I’m an exclusive pumper. I think I am the only exclusive pumper that I personally know. I fell into this lifestyle not really thinking about it and just did what I thought would be best and what was working for me and my baby/family at the time. I didn’t even realise such a term existed. Until one day after trying in vain to get a clogged duct out and getting frustrated with the online suggestions to “just nurse the baby to get it out” I stumbled onto the most amazing Facebook group of women ever! Thats when I knew I really wasn’t alone in this.
These women, just like me are struggling with the loneliness and pure exhaustion that is the world of exclusive pumpers. It requires A LOT of support from family. It is unbelievably difficult to do on your own and yet I am inspired by so many who do just that. Young single mums, mums with unsupportive family members, mums who work and even mums to have lost their own baby but continue to pump to donate. And I am humbled. And grateful. And I pump away – knowing that I got this.
There are jokes shared like this one.
And stuff you make us laugh like this one – Top 2o songs to pump to!
And of course the usual tips and tricks to make it all easier but theres also a tremendous tremendous amount of support given and shared amongst these women. No one is put down for choices they make, but neither are they patronised. It’s amazing because this group of over 2300 members must be made up of all sorts of women and yet there is a common thread of understanding that runs through us all that makes us empathic towards each other. It works. it really does.
I am proud to belong to such an amazing group of women who continue to inspire me every single day. Pumping is hard. Its a lonely task. and these women make it all better. That and chocolate – chocolate always makes things better 🙂
Thought I’d share a link that really moved me and I feel its worth reading – just to think about the other side for a change. The women like us. Cant breastfeed and won’t give formula. The in-betweeners