Funny Friday




Funny Friday



Funny Friday

Because all of us, and especially moms, need to be able to laugh at ourselves. 😀


Alex is 7 Months Old!!! (Part 1)

My baby is growing so quickly!  Last week he celebrated his seven-month birthday, and we made it a big one.  We had his church dedication on the day he was exactly seven months, which the number nerd in me absolutely loved!  My parents came up for the week since they hadn’t seen him since he was 4 months, and it was a very nice time.  My dad, a pastor, did the short dedication ceremony for us.  It was lovely.

Alex chewed on his shoe the whole time, which people got a big kick out of!

Alex chewed on his shoe the whole time, which people got a big kick out of!

For those of you not familiar with child dedications, they are analogous to a child baptism.  The reason our church does not baptize babies is that we believe baptism symbolizes a personal decision to follow God, one that a person needs to understand before they commit to.  A baby obviously cannot understand it yet, so instead we as parents commit ourselves to raising our children in a way that will communicate God’s love to them.  We acknowledge that our children are precious gifts from God, entrusted into our care, and promise to honor God in the way we parent them.  It’s sort of a way to humble ourselves as we realize that we are only human doing the best that we can and that we need the help of God and of our church community as we undergo the sacred task of shaping a young life.


We also took Alex to Sabbath School for the first time.  It’s like Sunday School.  We got there for just the last few minutes, but Alex LOVED it!


Look at how well he’s sitting in his chair, haha!  I thought that was cute.  We’re going to start taking him regularly, I hope, though it’s a long morning for him without a nap.


I took Alex up for the children’s story.  I think I managed to sit without flashing anyone with my skirt……  That’s his sweet little cousin sitting next to him.  Oh how she loves him!


After church, both sets of grandparents as well as Alex’s aunt, uncle, and cousins came to our house for lunch.  I had wanted to celebrate his half birthday even though it was a month late, so I did a little decorating and tried to make it fun and special for everyone.  I didn’t take the pictures myself, but should have because some of the details were missed (like my awesome half cake 😦 ).  Anyway, you can see my half green, half blue poufs.


Everyone’s place was marked by a picture of themselves with Alex.  I put the picture on the plate with a clear plate over it, and it was a hit.  Alex is all different ages in the pictures and for some people I couldn’t pick just one favorite, so there is a front and back.  I included a lot of “first time holding Alex” pictures.  Those always just melt my heart.


The napkin rings were held together by little hands and feet brads that I didn’t end up using when we did our pregnancy announcements.  My parents lovingly helped me put those together.  🙂


We did “big food” in honor of Alex since it has to be big for him to fist it and get it into his mouth.  It was fun.  Here Alex has just had a bite of cauliflower, which we’re not sure is his favorite (but he’s never refused to eat anything, so we can’t be sure!).


Our gift to Alex was his first Bible.  I remember having one just like this as a kid.  It has his name on it.  Again, no picture of that, but here it is in the box right after Alex ripped the ribbon off.  😀


No picture of the cake, sadly, but it was in a half moon shape.  It was apple cake, one of my favorites, and was frosted with a vegan buttercream frosting.  There was a little train candle on top.  Here’s what Alex looked like when he was finished smearing eating it:

P1020806After dinner Alex showed off some of his new skills while playing with his cousins.


silly guy!

silly guy!

I actually took a nap right after lunch because I was falling-over tired, so this is where the celebration ended for me!  Stay tuned for part 2 of Alex’s 7-month update!



Look at my husband's face.  I love this picture.

Look at my husband’s face. First moment seeing our son. I love this picture.

One of the best things about becoming a mother has been watching my husband become a father.  During those very first days in the hospital and at home after Alex was born, I was amazed at how naturally my husband took to fatherhood. I had known he would be a great father, but seeing it in action was indescribable. Suddenly we were united by our common love for this tiny human, a love that only we could match as his parents.   He changed diapers and bathed and rocked Alex to sleep like a pro.  He truly became superdad for awhile there as he took care of me AND our new baby while I went through a difficult recovery time.  I would not have survived that time without his expert assistance.  I have never been more thankful for him.


I couldn’t believe the emotion I saw in my husband after Alex was born.  No one can convince me that fathers who are intimately involved in the birth experience don’t have some kind of hormonal reaction similar to the one that mothers experience.  For days after our son was born, my husband couldn’t speak of either him or me without tears.  I hadn’t really seen him cry before, and was a little shocked at how emotional he got- but I loved it!  He was amazed at what I had done, amazed at the new little person we had made, and amazed by the birth process in general, I believe.  The birth was so rough for him because he went so so long without sleep and it was really tough for him to see me struggle in labor for so long.  He was amazing, though, and with me every single minute of it.  I have never loved him more.



My husband returned to work when Alex was about 3 weeks old, and he told me how difficult it was to leave in the morning.  He’d see Alex sleeping and he’d be so cute with his little arms thrown above his head that he didn’t want to go.  Sometimes I feel badly for my husband that he doesn’t get to spend as much time with Alex as I do.  I see every little change and every new thing that Alex does.  I also can stay very in tune with his needs, especially that ones that change on a day-to-day basis (i.e. today, bouncing helps him get to sleep; yesterday, it was walking).  When Alex was four months old we took a long road trip to Texas to visit my family.  It was horrible.  Not the whole trip, just the driving part.  Alex hated the car and had such a difficult time sleeping in his car seat.  That was back when he still needed to take a nap after being awake for just 90 minutes, so it was kind of a nightmare.  On they way down, my husband perfected a method for holding and bouncing Alex while standing outside the car to soothe him to sleep.  The first time he did it, the first time he was able to calm our screaming baby to a peaceful sleep, I saw the most wonderful look of pride on his face.  He was so thrilled that he’d been able to help his son get to sleep, and I realized that that was something he hadn’t been able to consistently do for awhile.  While going to work every day and only seeing Alex for a little while each evening, he lost something that he was then able to gain back once he spent more consecutive time with his son. Previously he’d seemed easily frustrated when the things that might have worked to get Alex to sleep before didn’t work anymore, but as soon as they spent more time together, my husband was able to connect better with Alex and had a wonderful sense of how he could help him.  That entire week and a half that we were gone, my husband was the nap guru and I actually felt kind of worried that I wouldn’t be able to get Alex to sleep without his help!  It was beautiful to see my husband’s confidence return and to see the connection between the two of them grow.


in Texas

Despite my husband’s love for our child, I know that fatherhood has been a big adjustment for him.  And he’s still adjusting.  But he’s figuring it out.  A few weeks ago he came home and told me he’d had a revelation: he’d been desperately trying to still make time for the things he loves to do, but what he actually needed to do was to realize that those days (of it just being us, and of having plenty of time for our hobbies) were gone and that now family activities are what he should focus on and enjoy.  He got all excited about the things he enjoys that we can also do with Alex, like hiking and biking (mountain biking is one of his greatest joys).  He bought a hiking carrier for Alex and was about to buy a bike trailer (but they recommend waiting until 1 year, so we’ll do that next summer, I guess).  We’ve started taking hikes with Alex a couple of times a week.  My husband loves both nature and getting exercise, so I know he feels better when we can do that stuff together.  He was really really happy after his “revelation”, and I realized that it made me feel happier as well, like him making peace with the way parenthood has changed our lives suddenly made me feel more at peace with it too.  I can tell that he still has ups and downs regarding the changes that come with being a father, much the same way that I sometimes feel very energetic, joyful and productive and other times feel tired, discouraged, and swamped.  I’m just thankful that I can recognize that it will take him time to sort everything out.


Today was my husband’s first Father’s Day.  I found the most precious card from a baby to a father (they are surprisingly difficult to find).  It made me tear up in the store when it said “and as soon as I’m able, I’ll tell you how much I love you” (or something adorable like that).  I didn’t know what else to do for him to make the day special, but it actually turned out very nice, I think.  He woke Alex this morning because he was still sleeping at 10am (!) and then went for a little walk around the neighborhood, just the two of them. When I woke up, we went on another walk as a family.  The sun was warm and the breeze was cool and it was so nice.  After Alex’s nap (during which his daddy got to watch a little baseball and research some mountain biking trails 🙂 ), we visited my husband’s parents, went to a plant nursery, and stopped by Lowe’s.  Back at home, my husband did some stuff in the yard, I planted my seedlings, and my husband gave Alex a bath and hung out with him while I did some housecleaning.  I know it might not sound like a fabulous day to all men, but my husband felt like he accomplished a lot, which always makes him feel great!  I wanted him to get a chance to go biking, but the trails were too wet so hopefully he can go another day this week.


I know that the job of a father isn’t easy.  They are under pressure to provide for and protect their families, plus support their wife in her new role as mother, plus try to stay connected with their children in the precious little time they get to spend with them each day.  Mothers have that special bond that’s forged by pregnancy and breastfeeding (and the extra time spent for those that are able to stay at home), and sometimes I feel it must be so easy for us to connect with our babies with those built-in bonding experiences, whereas fathers must create their own.  So, hats off to fathers on this Father’s Day, and especially to the father of my son!  You are a wonderful, loving, wise daddy, and Alex is so so blessed to have you!  I look forward to the years ahead where I can continue to watch you develop a special relationship with your son.  🙂

Co-Sleeping: My Story


Co-sleeping in a double bed while on vacation- shockingly it worked ok!

A few nights ago, Alex spent six hours sleeping in his co-sleeper bed.  That hasn’t happened in, well… it’s never happened.  Since he was a couple of weeks old (well, earlier than that, but that’s when I caught on), Alex has only wanted to sleep smack dab next to me or his daddy, preferably with his little face right against us.  For awhile after we brought him home, I struggled to get him to sleep in the bassinet in the pack and play that we’d set up right next to my side of the bed.  Finally, after yet another night of trying in vain to put him down without him waking himself up 10 minutes later when he startled or had reflux or hit the end of a sleep cycle, I had an epiphany.   “He’s overtired, I’m overtired…. How can I expect to work on him sleeping on his own when he’s already missed so much sleep?”  I decided to work on sleep location after we were both a little more rested.  I put him into bed beside me, where I knew he would sleep beautifully, and we both slept until he needed to be nursed again.

I never planned to be a co-sleeper.  Well, I never planned to be a bed-sharer.  Co-sleeping actually includes any arrangement where the baby’s bed is in your room, and I’d always planned to do that.  I never planned to have my baby in bed with me, though.  In fact, when the concept first came onto my radar sometime in early pregnancy, I was very firmly against it and even ridiculed the idea a bit.  I thought it was a horrible arrangement, and imagined couples who never had sex anymore or got a decent night’s sleep ever again.  I also imagined kids who slept with their parents until they were forced to leave for college.  And, of course, I imagined dead babies because that’s the real clincher for any avid c0-sleeping opposer: Your Baby Will Die!

Ha.  Like many many parts of my parenting philosophy, my feelings toward c0-sleeping (specifically bed-sharing) have changed drastically since I actually became a parent.  Real field experience will do that to you.

So jaundiced in this picture, which makes me sad :( but sleeping peacefully at least :)

So jaundiced in this picture, which makes me sad 😦 but sleeping peacefully at least 🙂

Feelings Change

I’ll be honest.  At first, having Alex in my bed was not all peaches and cream.  I like to toss and turn a lot while I sleep, and you cannot do that when you have a baby next to you.  For the first few weeks or months, I felt pretty stiff from sleeping in the same position all the time, and I looked forward to the arrangement changing.  I even tried on occasion to have Alex sleep in his pack and play again, but my efforts grew more and more half-hearted as I realized that we both definitely got much less sleep that way.  On his own, even after he grew out of the startling, he’d wake up every time he ended a sleep cycle and be unable to go back to sleep without assistance.  Next to me, he’d wake up a bit, be comforted by my presence (or, if needed, a soothing hand), and fall back asleep.  We would sleep for hours as opposed to minutes.  When he was hungry, I would know because I’d be aware of how long he’d been fidgeting and realize that he wasn’t just trying to go back to sleep.  Because I was able to respond to his needs so quickly, he stopped crying at night.  He also began to go back to sleep right away after nursing, so we weren’t awake for hours during the night anymore (which was, of course, EXCELLENT!).

If that was the end of the story, I would probably be writing this post to say that I like co-sleeping, but don’t love it.  Well, sometime around 3 months, things got amazing!  I’m not sure why, but I stopped being so stiff at night.  Perhaps it was because Alex got a little bigger and I felt more comfortable putting him between me and my husband (who is a very heavy sleeper) for part of the night, allowed me to lie on my left side some as well.  Around this time nursing also suddenly got super easy.  I’ll never know why, but I’m guessing it was that Alex’s mouth grew or that he figured out how to latch correctly, but suddenly he could latch on himself and we could nurse lying down.  No more sitting up at night ever!  He also quit pooping during the night and, recently, quit peeing so much.  Now, I put a “nighttime diaper” on him (prefold and hemp doubler with a Thirsties Duo cover that has leg gussets), and we leave it on until morning.

So, basically, Alex sleeps for about 11 hours at a time every night.  Yes, he nurses during the night, but he doesn’t even fully awaken.  Sometimes I don’t either.  It’s wonderful.

I’m not trying to convince anyone to bed share with their babies; I’m just sharing what worked for us.  I understand that it’s not a good fit for everyone.  I didn’t think it would be for us at first either.  And it’s not perfect.  I do disturb his sleep sometimes when I am restless, and he does sometimes disturb my sleep when he cramps my position, fidgets, or makes me too hot.  Still, if I had had to get up out of bed every time when he woke, or if he had been far enough away from me all this time that he would have woken up more before I noticed, we would have definitely gotten less sleep.

Co-Sleeping Changes

Lately, I’ve been putting Alex in his co-sleeper for at least part of the night.  I’m still trying to figure out if we sleep better that way or not since he definitely wakes up more before I notice, and I still have to sooth him during light sleep several times.  It is nice to have the option though in case I want to be able to roll over or if, like last night, it’s really hot in our room and I need him away from me a little to cool off!  Alex has also recently wanted to sleep on his tummy more, and this is another reason I put him in the co-sleeper.  The co-sleeper mattress is a lot more firm than the one on our bed, and because he seems to like to sleep directly on his face sometimes…..  I do feel that the co-sleeper is a little safer for tummy sleeping.  That’s why he sleeps ok in there, too- because he’s on his tummy.

Still, I miss him when he’s not beside me, even when he’s within arm’s reach.  That first night that he spent 6 hours in his little bed, I was kinda sad, like he didn’t need me so much anymore.  I know that these changes will come and that eventually he won’t need me as much, or at least not in the same ways, but I always imagined he’d really fight to keep his spot next to Mommy at night.  Or maybe he just assumes that the co-sleeper is still part of our bed- who knows.  At any rate, our co-sleeping relationship is changing a bit, but I’ve loved it so far and I don’t want to stop it anytime soon- especially as long as Alex is nursing at night.

With the next baby, unless he/she miraculously sleeps better alone, I’ll probably just bring them into our bed from day one! 🙂


Postpartum: What You Should Know

My blogger friend, laughingpromises, is 10 weeks postpartum and just wrote a post about the stuff that happens after you have a baby.  I empathized with her post so much that it made me want to write a postpartum post of my own.  I’d been meaning to write about this stuff for awhile, anyway.

Postpartum is TOUGH TOUGH TOUGH!  Maybe it’s just because I had a complicated delivery and maybe it’s just because it was my first baby, but I’ll bet there are plenty of women out there with easy deliveries of their second or third babies who will have had similar experiences postpartum. I can honestly say that the postpartum weeks were the most difficult part of my entire baby-having experience.  And because I didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be, I was kind of caught off guard.  I mean, I knew that adjusting to life with a new baby would be a big thing and I knew that my body was going to have to recover from a pretty serious feat, but I just didn’t know.  I just didn’t know.

First of all, you have to understand that what makes the postpartum time so challenging is that it is extremely intense in a physical, emotional, psychological, and spiritual way.  All at once.


Our birth class instructor told us that within a week of having a natural birth, we’d feel like we hadn’t had a baby  I was planning a natural birth; therefore, I expected to feel pretty much 100% in seven days’ time…. HA!  I still don’t know just how off-base my instructor was since my birth turned out to be quite complicated, but I can’t imagine that even a very straightforward birth would leave me feeling tip-top after a week.


What I do know is this: If you end up with a complicated birth (like forceps and a 4th degree episiotomy, for example), it will take weeks- no, months- for you body to feel mostly normal again (I say mostly because I still have tenderness going on).  I was absolutely thrilled to have sex mostly without pain for the first time the other day (and it’s been 4 months).  The first two weeks were. so. horrible.  I couldn’t make a single move without pain and I had to think through what I was going to do before I did it.  Nursing sitting up was awful because I was sitting right on my undercarriage sutures, but nursing lying down wasn’t an option because that also hurt + my baby couldn’t latch that way for some reason.  The simple act of going to the bathroom was something I dreaded because when I sat on the toilet it felt as if my insides were going to fall out if I relaxed at all.  The only way I could pee at all for 2 days after giving birth was to kneel on a stool in the shower, and I was terrified the first time I had to poop.  You don’t realize how much you use your pelvic floor muscles until they’ve been cut in two.  I had to sit down to sneeze, cough, or even blow my nose because I simply didn’t have the support to do it standing.  It was embarrassing to have guests over for the first couple of weeks because I really needed to actually hold my hand underneath myself for support whenever I walked, and I just wanted to sit on ice all the time.  I remember the very disconcerting feeling of passing a little gas about 2 days postpartum and literally having no muscle strength to control it.  It felt like a liquid just flowing merrily out of my behind, and for a bit I thought I’d had diarrhea or something.  I ended up taking a few Tylenol every day for awhile.  When you give birth without drugs and then take them post-partum, you know it’s bad.  I did it just so I could even lift and carry my baby across the room or position myself in bed to nurse him.

Blood Loss

I never realized this before, but significant blood loss is a big deal, and it isn’t something you recover from quickly, especially when your body is already taxed beyond measure trying to make milk to feed your baby.  I was so weak and faint that I could barely walk across the house.  For a week or two, I literally only went downstairs once a day and even that was rough.  I almost passed out after the delivery twice, and each time my hearing faded.  My nail beds were white for at least 6 weeks.


Ok, yes breastfeeding is wonderful and extremely important for your baby and a wonderful bonding experience, but folks, it ain’t easy!  It’s so easy and convenient now, four months later, but for the first 2 and a half to 3 months it was NOT.  I am a huge advocate for breastfeeding, but I do think that women should go into it expecting it to be one of the most challenging things they have ever done in their lives.  I know that some babies and mamas pick it up so easily, but more often there are significant challenges.  By day 3, when I’d spent 3 hours in the middle of the night trying unsuccessfully to help my desperately hungry and frustrated baby to latch and nurse, I understood completely why so many women give up.  There were many tears (and my baby cried too).  Breastfeeding can seem awkward at first.  It can really really hurt at first.  It’s messy.  It’s time-consuming.  It’s confusing.  It will make you wish you were a camel and could drink gallons and gallons of water at a time (seriously, don’t EVER try to nurse the first couple of weeks without a huge glass of water within reach)! But, it’s worth it.  I was so determined not to give up and I am now being rewarded with a wonderful nursing relationship with my son.  I wish, though, that I’d known how tough it could be at first.


I really looked forward to that hormone surge and the wonderful feelings that I’d have after finally birthing my beautiful baby, but I didn’t realize how much of a mixed bag it might be…

Postpartum High

Giving birth is so emotional that you will probably feel like you’re another planet for a few days weeks months.  I loved loved loved the emotional high that I experienced the first couple of days postpartum.  It was like nothing else.  I really did feel like I could conquer the world.  My husband experienced an emotional high as well, probably because he had been so involved and present during the entire experience.  He couldn’t speak of our son or our new family without crying with overwhelming happiness.  I had really never seen him cry before, so to see him cry multiple times a day at the drop of a hat was really new for me.  I felt so so close to him and really felt that we connected emotionally in a way that I’d never imagined was possible.  He took to fatherhood so naturally and assumed care of our son and of me like he was always made to do it (he was,really).  He told me so many times how amazing I’d been and he looked at me in awe like I’d performed a miracle right before his eyes.  I think he saw me in a completely new way, like I was some kind of goddess.  Not gonna lie, I really enjoyed that part.  🙂  Every time I looked at my little baby boy, I felt like it was some kind of dream.  We’d sit in bed at night and just watch him sleep, marveling at every feature of his perfect face and delighting in every little sigh, every sleepy expression.  We were smitten together over a tiny little boy.

Postpartum Blues

At the same time I felt such love and joy, I also felt the most horrible sense of defeat and disappointment over the way the birth hadn’t gone the way I’d hoped.  It was a dizzing mix of elation and depression that had me cycling between high and low.  Completely exhausting.  On our second night in the hospital and I cried and cried and googled “home birth transfer” while my husband and baby slept.  Birth is such a rite of passage and such an important event in a woman’s life.  They tell you to have an open mind regarding how it will go, but it’s impossible not to have hopes and dreams.  It took me a long time to begin to really come to terms with reality vs. my own wishes.  Emotional healing can take even longer than physical recovery, and you really need to allow yourself the time you need.  Writing out my birth story helped tremendously.

I also experienced a very dark period during the couple of weeks after giving birth.  I wanted to just feel happy, but after you give birth all of the hormones that you had during pregnancy begin to shift and it takes its toll on you.  I felt that I was in a deep pit.  I felt angry.  I felt hopeless.  I felt terrified and trapped.  I wondered what I had gotten myself into and wondered if I’d ruined my life.  And I didn’t want to admit that I was feeling that way because it seemed so wrong.  I was ashamed of myself, but I know now that those feelings were normal.  Postpartum depression lasts longer and affects fewer women, but postpartum blues are very common.  I was so relieved when those feelings began to subside.  Getting out of the house a little bit helped, going places with my baby helped, and becoming more confident as a mother helped.

Mothering Instinct

I was shocked at how visceral my reactions to my baby’s cries were.  They could make me frantic, even angry.  I had such a strong strong drive to take care of him that when he cried I felt that I must find the reason and stop it as quickly as possible.  In the beginning, it’s tough because you don’t have the experience yet to always know what’s wrong or how to fix it. You have to get to know your baby.  If he was hungry, I could not allow myself to do ANYTHING else before feeding him.  It was such a strong compulsion, and my body would react by letting my milk down right away and I’d leak all over the place.  I could not rest knowing that he needed me.  Sometimes it seemed that he was crying because he was angry at me, and in my hormonally-charged, sleep-deprived state, that made me feel angry too.  At him, even though I knew that he was an innocent.  Feeling such strong feelings really scared me, especially the angry part.  I remember at times just laying him down for a few moments in order to collect myself because I was in no state to handle him.  I guess I just want other moms to know that it’s probably normal to feel this way and that you won’t feel that way forever.  Maybe I just have a low tolerance level for unexplained baby cries, but this was one of the toughest things for me, emotionally.  I would often just cry along with him because I felt it was a safe way to let go of my frustration and stress.  I often felt so upset at myself for not having more patience.  That has definitely improved with time, thank goodness.  🙂  Sometimes, though, I still have to pray for patience on really tough days.  Prayer- don’t forget it!

Body Image

I felt simultaneously so proud of my body for performing such a wonderful and difficult feat and so sorrowful over the beating it took.  I looked with a mirror at the damage about 3 days afterward, and it wasn’t a pretty site.  I will say that it was not as bad as I had expected it to look.  Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t look earlier because my husband was already telling me I was healing up so quickly and so well.  The hospital doctors said the same thing.  Still, I dissolved into tears one evening over the fact that I’d never have the same body I had before.  My perineum, though it’s healed up so much better than I ever thought possible, will never be the same.  My tummy, though I am blessed to not have any lingering fat, is still soft and weird and weak and bulges after a big meal.  I have an awkward skin tag that somehow got created when they sewed me up.  My boobs are bigger (ok, that’s actually great) and my nipples are forever changed (They may point down or sideways and be two miles long by the time Alex is done with them).  Yes, our bodies were made and specially designed by God to give birth, but birth also forever changes our bodies.  I had to mourn that.  We may have stretch marks, scars, dark lines, and tenderness that will never fade and we have to accept this about ourselves.  We have to let ourselves love our new bodies for the miraculous vessels that they are.  I will never again look at a pregnant woman without feeling a huge sense of pride and joy over the sacrifice her body is about to make to create life.


I wrote this post just to share my experience and to talk about the stuff that women don’t always talk about, either because we feel we should be focusing on the joyful parts or because we don’t want to scare other future moms.  I also wrote it as part of my own healing.  I don’t want to scare those of you who haven’t had babies yet, though, because the truth is: IT’S WORTH IT!  Yep, it absolutely is!  The joy I receive from the special smile my baby reserves only for me is like a huge thank you card that gets better and better each time I read it.  I fell in love with my son the day he was born, but I also fall deeper and deeper in love with him every day.  As he grows and reveals more and more of his special personality, my bond with him grows and just affirms that, yes, postpartum struggles are nothing compared to years of joy.  🙂  

When you hit the bottom of the well after your postpartum high runs out, just remember that women everywhere know exactly what you’re going through.  They made it, and so will you.

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