Emotional Trip

It’s been weeks… one week shy of a month since I last blogged. I had (still have) so many things I’ve wanted to write about, but I just couldn’t. I honestly didn’t have the time. For three weeks, I haven’t had time for myself emotionally, physically, mentally or spiritually. I was staying strong for the duration of those weeks, but as each day passed by I began to slowly fall apart. So no, this post isn’t upbeat mommy post or a relationship conversation starter. It’s what I originally started this blog for. A space to be transparent, and release what I’m feeling. While I hope that someone is able to relate, it’s not a necessity. It is vital that I write this post before I move forward with the exciting posts that I hope will follow.

I’ve mentioned before that although I’ve grown immensely and am far more secure with myself, I still struggle with “what will people think of me?” from time to time. My husband goes to work for 14 hours each day, what will he think of me when he comes home to takeout once again rather than a home cooked meal? Piles of clothes unwashed? Dishes piled in the sink? Will my daughter wish she had a better mommy because she came home from school, yet again, to a mother who is short-tempered, tired and doesn’t really want to be bothered? I’ve told everyone, even my social media following that I love being a stay-at-home mom/wife. What would they think of me if they saw what was going on in my life right now? Would they understand? Clearly, this can’t be as hard as I make it seem, right?

But like women, mothers, wives do each and everyday, I sucked it up and put a smile on face saying, “I’m doing just fine” to everyone who asked. I nearly chopped my finger off rushing trying to make a home cooked meal in enough time before it was too late to eat at all. Thank God I stopped the knife before getting deeper than my nail.  I almost broke my toe on a bouncer rushing through the house because I’m always on the move. I think at some point I actually convinced myself I was okay. My schedule was nothing new, it just intensified. I had been trying to embrace change, but change was getting the best of me. Sometimes we convince ourselves that slight changes only need small adjustments, not realizing the willpower it takes to accommodate yourself when change has occurred. For example, if you work in an open cubicle work space, what can be viewed as a simple cube mate change, could change your work life. It takes pure strength not to slap the phone out of your new neighbors hand each time they speak at the top of their lungs. It takes strength not to throw up when you hate the smell of the food your new teammate brings for lunch.

My “slight” change came from a change in my husband’s parking space for his work truck. We only have one car, so I’m the family Uber service. When taking  my husband to and from his truck, it used to take (on a good, no traffic kind of day) approximately 15 minutes from home,  and maybe the same amount of time from our daughter’s school. When there was traffic, let’s say it may have taken 30-40 minutes. You know what, here’s a break down of what my day looks like:

*All night, wake up every 2-2.5 hrs to nurse on demand because my child has a surge of hunger or need for comfort at night.

  • Prayerfully wake up at 6am to get oldest daughter ready for school. But this never happens because I’m either finishing up nursing my youngest OR exhausted from the night. So the time looks more like 7am.
  • Between 8am-8:15am, we must be out of the house to have a chance at getting my daughter to school on time. (She has breakfast on the go). Sometimes my husband is ready, others he’s not so I have to leave him.
  • What should normally take 25 minutes of transit time, takes over 40 minutes due to morning traffic. SO my baby is late again for school.
  • At this point in life, my husband is never ready in time because his sleep is interrupted at night as well, so I make my way back home. The time is now approx. 9:30am.
  • Because my husband takes 2hr long poops and moves at the speed of slug, we aren’t leaving the house for another hour and 45 minutes to two hours. In this time, I’ve had a chance to nurse my youngest child again.
  • Now we’ve made it to my husband’s truck by approx. noon. I immediately turn back around to head home. Once I get there, I have approx. one hour to nurse baby again, eat and then head to my daughter’s school to pick her up by 3:15pm.
  • The girls and I make it home by 4pm. (If my husband is done with work early, it takes an entire hour because of traffic to go straight to him. We get in, oldest child immediately begins homework, gets a snack, and then we check her homework. Usually I’m nursing when I check her homework.
  • I send the oldest child off to take her shower, because it is now a little after 6pm and dinner/bedtime is quickly approaching.
  • This is where it gets tricky. I may give my oldest kid dinner and put her to bed by 8pm, but we’ll most likely be heading back out by 10pm to go pick up my husband. OR as soon as she’s done with her shower, there’s no time for dinner in the house, we leave to go pick up my husband.
  • Come home, of course it’s time to nurse baby again and then proceed to go to bed for the night.

This is my schedule everyday until Saturday when I don’t have to rush to my daughter’s school, but I still have to take my husband to work and pick him up. Sunday is our only off day.  Last week, I remember being in the car on Wednesday from 8am until 8pm. I nursed and ate in the car all day. But this week, my body had enough. Mentally I checked out, my emotions were on level 10, and I cried all day. I felt weak. I felt drained. I felt hopeless and didn’t want to talk to anyone. Every time I thought about my feelings I cried. Every time I tried to talk, I cried. Yesterday, I was able to share a few smiles and hold conversations without crying. But my emotions were still on a constant rollercoaster. I could feel myself being ok and moving in a positive direction, and then immediately feeling a drastic drop in my body. My thinking, my feelings, they all shutdown. While I didn’t cry nonstop, it still didn’t take me but a second to cry when I felt the urge. I talked to my best friend who isn’t a mother and she really helped me to get some things of my chest, while reassuring me that I’m okay. I started to vent a little, and she then went on to add some encouraging words that she got from Jada Pinkett’s “Red Table Talk.” She continued to hear me say, I don’t regret having children or getting married, but I’m tired. I just need a break from it all.

She said, “people shouldn’t make mother’s feel inclined to say, “they don’t regret becoming a mother” just to be honest about how they are feeling. Just because you say you’re tired or don’t feel like doing anything mom-like today doesn’t mean you don’t want to be a mother. It just means you need a break.” She was so right and I REALLYYYY needed to hear those words. (Thank you) I didn’t know how to reach out to my loved ones and say I need help, I need a break, I’m struggling, I’m tired without thinking I was complaining. I didn’t know how to express my need for time by myself with no one around without sounding selfish or irresponsible because I was the one who decided to get married and have children young.

Today, thank God I’m no longer crying nonstop like I was on Monday, however there is still a disconnect. I still feel myself getting extremely irritable and then feeling nothing because I’ve shutdown. When I take time to sort through my thoughts, sometimes I cry. I don’t have the urge to create conversation, but I’m able to have one. It’s been a few days since I’ve had a good laugh. But I’m working on it. This week my mother-in-love has been helping out with taking my oldest baby to school and picking her up for me. Yesterday I drove, but today I let my husband drive himself to work. It’s helping.

I haven’t opened up to my mother about how I’ve been feeling lately because I don’t want to worry her, but I know she knows. A mom knows when something isn’t right with her baby. She’ll be over to stay this weekend. I need it. Hopefully my husband and I can have some alone time this weekend as well. We need it.

I’m in that strange place of “do I have postpartum depression?” again. A part of me thinks I do (the other part thinks I’ve just been overwhelmed and need sleep). For so long, I kept saying, “But I love my baby, I don’t feel distant from her or think of harming her or myself.” I had to remind myself that’s only one symptom. There are others and I don’t have to have each one.

The rest I’ve been able to get from the “slight” changes and help I’ve been receiving has really been refreshing and helping so much.

Keep me in your prayers though.



To Cover Up or Not to Cover up?

Let’s me just start by saying, breastfeeding is wonderful. Despite the many questions and negativity that surrounds it, I love it. “Does it hurt?” “That doesn’t feel sexual to you?” “I can’t have no baby sucking on my boob, it’s just weird.” I’ve heard it all and I’m still pro-boobie. Why? My top three reasons: (1) It’s the most healthiest thing to give your baby. (2) It’s free. (3) I don’t have to shake and warm a bottle every time my baby is hungry.

My goal was to nurse my 6-year-old until she was 6 months. That didn’t work out and I ended up supplementing with formula around 4 months. This time around, I intend on nursing for an entire year or more. I’m confident I’ll be able to accomplish that since I’m more educated and experienced this time around.

My only issue is breastfeeding in public. The goal of many moms around the world is to normalize breastfeeding. I am SO for it. I believe every women should be comfortable nursing her child without being “sexualized” or called disrespectful and disgusting for nursing in public. With that being said, every nursing mom has her preference.

I nurse in public all the time, but I prefer to be covered. I don’t necessarily feel comfortable with strangers being able to see my breast. I just prefer to have as much privacy as possible. My definition of being covered means my shirt is covering my breast or I have a blanket/nurse cover to cover my baby and I. On the other hand, my daughter gets very wild and shows the world my breast anyway and I suck that up lol. I’m blessed in the breast department so I’m pretty sure someone has gotten a show plenty of times, but it didn’t worry me.

I decided to quickly blog about this for a little relief. Not to down women who use formula or women who don’t cover up while breastfeeding, but for ME. This week alone I’ve had two nightmares where I was nursing in public and a man-made me feel very uncomfortable. I don’t know where it’s coming from so instead of being silent, I’ve decided to release it and move forward.

I’ve felt stuck in the middle for quite some time, but now I know what I’m comfortable with and stand firm in my decision. Some nursing women will look at you crazy for covering yourself up, and others along with people who don’t nurse will judge for not being covered. It all comes down to what is best for you and your baby. Nothing else matters! More recently I’ve been growing more comfortable with the process and relief of not having to hold a nursing cover in place from my wild child. My goal is to focus on letting that mommy milk and love flow.