I don’t want to make any excuses.
I don’t have time. I am guilty of using this phrase every now and then and although it seems to be most of the time true, it actually isn’t.
Yes, having three kids and a household to take care of doesn’t leave me with a lot of ‘free’ time, but it all comes down to HOW I chose to spend this ‘free’ time. Most of the time you will find me in my kitchen. Sometimes I am too tired to do anything productive which is OK. Ever since the little guy outside made his début I find myself in a constant state of accepting and embracing imperfection.
Talking about imperfection I have decided to embrace my imperfect little belly which depending on the angle of the picture makes me look 3 – 5 month pregnant. I am at my pre-pregnancy weight but my body has changed and I have learned to respond with a smile at innocent little five year olds who ask me WHY I have such a big belly. Instead of badmouthing my body I tell them that I have been lucky enough to grow inside me 3
utterly nauseating at the time wonderful creatures and that I love to eat.
I still breastfeed my 17 month old blessing of a wonderfully vivid and healthy boy. I officially apologize to any of you I had silently criticized about extensively breastfeeding your toddlers before. I never planned to nurse him that long and although I am in a constant forgetful sleep deprived mode, I am no way near weaning him because the truth is, I still cherish this special bond. So, for all of you who are dying to ask me the same question I have been asked a zillion times in the past six months when will you stop? the answer is whenever I feel ready.
I love making plans. Sure, making plans and actually executing them are two different things but even if the plan doesn’t work out it doesn’t mean it was not worth it in the first place. That being said, the execution of my BIG PLAN to start my own food blog has taken a bit longer than anticipated, not because I didn’t have the time until now it’s because ”life happens while you are busy making other plans”. But I am determined to make it happen, so stay tuned 😀
Last but not least. Appreciate the small things, learn to let go & enjoy life.
Chose to be happy.
until next time
This is by no means a bragging post.
This is simply me, wanting to document the third (and last) journey of mine while I still have the luxury of exclusively breastfeeding the little guy outside.
There are certain things about breastfeeding that no one tells you about.
When you become a mom for the first time, you are immediately flooded with all kinds of insecurities concerning the well-being of your newborn. The weight you are forced to carry for being solely responsible for its survival, weighs heavy on your heart and soul.
Then, your milk comes in. And it hurts LIKE HELL. And you turn into an ugly Dolly Parton version of yourself (I could draw you a picture but I am pretty sure you’d rather not). You begin to wonder: Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Is this normal? Do I have enough milk? And along with the pain, the hormones and the self-doubt you get an overflow of information (you never asked for in the first place) from relatives and acquaintances trying to impose what THEY think is best for you. And while you are trying to tame the inner voices, a smart-ass, formula bribed, so-called pediatrician pays you your first visit and informs you that your baby is losing weight and that YOU might not have enough milk and that they might need to supplement with formula.
While I experienced all of the above I was one of the lucky ones. I had my sister’s back. She had previously nursed all three of her girls and reassured me that although it sure didn’t feel like it at that point, it would eventually get better & I would even enjoy it.
It took 2 whole months, a different pro-nursing pediatrician and the LLL (La Leche League) support group to make it work, but it did. And after the first very hard couple of months I started seeing the beauty of it.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not all moonlight and roses. Here are a few examples of what breastfeeding was/is to me:
- For the first few months your baby is like your key chain. Glued on to you. Especially if your baby eats irregularly (all three babies suffered from acid reflux which on some days meant that they were on the breast 24/7).
- You can NOT smoke/drink alcohol/starve as this will affect your milk supply.
- You might have to say bye-bye to certain foods/drinks which make your baby fussy. Because lets face it, fussy baby=sleepless mommy.
- Your milk is light=easier digested=frequent night waking.
- You feel like super woman. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Which brings me to the next point:
- You become mesmerized by the power of nature.
- You get sick, baby gets antibodies through your milk, baby doesn’t get sick.
- You have the power of the tit. If everything else fails, put your baby on the boob and it will immediately calm him down and drowse him off to dreamland.
Last but not least, do what you feel is BEST for YOU. If you feel like nursing is your thing, do it. If you feel that your baby will strive more on formula, do it. And feel damn good about it.
Until next time
Up until the time I got pregnant with Iliana I thought I knew everything about properly raising a child. Yianni was already in his terrible two’s, I had read tons of books (which did not turn out to be the best thing afterall), and thought I had it all figured out. Ignorant, right?To say the least! This is short list of a few things I realized the second time around:
- There is no right or wrong way. There is your way. This is by far the most important thing I ve learned! No matter what everyone else told me, I knew and I felt what was right for my child at the time and it usually just turned out fine.
- There are tons and millions of baby gadgets out there. You only need a few. The more baby crap you buy the more you have to get rid of while your child is growing up. Get as much as you can from relatives or friends. Babies grow up way too fast!
- Breastfeeding was wonderful and I am extremely happy to have managed to breastfreed both of my children. However, if you breastfeed 20 times a day, truth be told, it can be boring. Contrary to whatever I had read, I did do other stuff while breastfeeding (watching TV series on my laptop was my favourite).
- Spending one on one time with your first child is great but it won’t make it less jealous of no2. Mommy time is never enough (especially when having to share her).
- There is a long period of adjustment which can be easier for some or more difficult for others. They might fight, hit, push, scratch, yell, pull each other’s hair and smash each others toys until complete and utter destruction (on a daily basis). However, should you have the strength and patience to hang in there, it does get better. They grow to love and appreciate one another. They have each other, FOR LIFE!