I’m referring to my anxiety as Postpartum Anxiety, but I’ve struggled with anxiety most of my life. I’m just noticing it taking a different shape since giving birth. I’m developing a new relationship with my anxiety. I’m taking ownership of it. I’m doing my best to stay in front of it and be proactive. I’m
A few years ago, my family was watching a movie. My family being myself, my boyfriend (now husband) and his two boys. We were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie and a man came on screen sporting a rather impressive mustache. Out of nowhere, his youngest son shouted out, “Look! Mustack!”. He wasn’t
I’m so tired. Like completely drained, bone dry, can’t move tired. My eyes hang with heavy lids and dark circles begging to just stay shut. My brain is grasping at straws just trying to form sentences. My body aches because it never stops moving. Never stops giving. I live moment by moment, running on fumes.
Fed is best. Period. One way isn’t better than the other. And no way is more convenient. I keep getting told to give my baby formula. Not because she’s malnourished. Not because she can’t latch. Not because I have a low supply. But because it’s more convenient. And that’s BS. I know formula fed babies
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. Like I’m failing. Like I can’t be what everyone needs me to be. And it’s a suffocating feeling. What the experts don’t tell you in all of their books and blogs and articles and videos is how hard it is to remember, let alone consistently implement, all