“Pumping. It’s a seven letter word that can either make you smile or make you cringe. Or both.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
- Postpartum
“Pumping. It’s a seven letter word that can either make you smile or make you cringe. Or both.”
With the right knowledge and resources, you can be an invaluable source of support and comfort.
“I didn’t want to look like a failure. I didn’t want to ask for help. I went to my OBGYN, and he told me how what I was feeling was ‘normal’ and ‘everyone goes through this.’ He missed my silent cries.”
“I remember feeling broken, wondering why they sold me motherhood in such a beautiful and shiny package, only to discover later that it was a mirage.”
“On my wedding day, I became a full-time, 7 days-a-week stepmother. Almost three weeks later, not thinking it scientifically possible, I got a faint positive on a pregnancy test.”
“Recovering from birth isn’t something that should be covered up and concealed with an Instagram filter. If I’d seen more women share untouched photos like this one, I might not have felt so isolated and alone.”
“I’d just gotten to the freeing point in a mom’s life. You know, where your kids are self-sufficient enough to give you a minute to breathe, to get dishes or laundry done, or even just take a shower without worrying about them. I knew there was no way I could be pregnant. Nor did I want to be.”
“The baby is being taken care of, and the mother needs to be seen, so she doesn’t disappear into a postpartum fog.”
“When the doctor came in, he spoke to me as if he didn’t believe I could possibly have my conditions. I told him my bones, particularly my patellas, needed support and I’d prefer if we didn’t check those, but he insisted. He pushed my kneecaps to the side and then said ‘oops’ as he easily dislocated one.”
“That glorious thump, thump, thump wafting through the room is a moment I will never forget. Not only was this the first time we made it far enough to hear a heartbeat, but we also got to hear two!”