Transition from furry baby parent

Transitioning from furry baby parent.

Transitioning from furry baby parent.

Oh how the mighty have fallen! This topic is a bit sad to me. Those that are close will tell you that my cat Winter was my baby. She was spoiled like you wouldn’t believe. She has health insurance, a fluffy bed in our bedroom, a blinged out food bowl, a cat tree in our living room and a glass water bowl we keep elevated because miss thang can’t or will not drink it out of it if it’s on ground. For those of you who also treat your pets like children, you understand! Those who don’t well to each their own I guess, lol. People used to tell me, wait until you have children! My response was always the same; I looked at them with this how-dare-you look and swear that was not possible. I am certain you’ve gathered where this is going by now?

Our baby boy was born and just like that as my mother calls it, she was de-throned. No longer was she the princess of our castle. I was so immersed and overwhelmed (that is a whole nother post) in motherhood that I physically, mentally and emotionally didn’t have anything extra to give. It changed from the moment I walked in the house with a new baby from the hospital, it was different. I remember it like it was yesterday. It had been over four hours since I had been given pain killers and I was in tears with pain therefore my wife, Deysi left to get my prescription. I sat on the couch, baby asleep, counting the minutes until her return when kitty approached me, happy to see me after two days and I said; “Not now kitty!”

Transitioning from furry baby parent.

Transitioning from furry baby parent.

How confused must have she been. This is her mommy. The woman on whom she snuggled on top of every day including pregnancy. And here she was rejecting her. For the very first time. Things didn’t get better I’m afraid. I took off her blinged out collar so that the clinging against her water and food bowl wouldn’t wake the baby. I was nursing round the clock so there was only room for one baby on my lap. Her normal things like randomly scratching the wall became aggravating. Her hair all of a sudden bothered me because I didn’t want the baby breathing it. I used to worry sick on vacation about her and now I was content remembering  to feed her every  day (I always did btw). It’s really sad I know. I am not proud of this. As of now we’re somewhere in between. I try to make a conscious effort to pet her or talk to her. Our baby loves seeing her so perhaps once he grows out of the chasing her tail phase, they can be the best buddies, brother-furry sister I once envisioned.

To be continued.

*If you have any tips on how to better transition they are more than welcomed! You can also follow my journey day-to-day on instagram. Link is below.

Love,

Angelica

 

World Breastfeeding Week

Hi y’all,

I saw the hashtags. I saw the pictures. And I have to tell you, I am very disappointed I didn’t have one to post myself. I have been exclusively breastfeeding my baby boy for 8 months now and it is something  I am very proud of! I feel the need to add a disclaimer here that I have nothing against  formula  feeding and have empathy for moms who for one reason or another cannot breastfeed. I too supplemented with formula for the first 6 weeks of my baby’s life. I have much emotion for this topic because  I feel like I was completely blindsided. I often say it is a blessing  and a curse. Okay that may be a tad dramatic I’ll admit so I will explain.

When I was pregnant and I would be asked if I was planning on breastfeeding, my answer was always; “I will try.” You see I had in fact heard that some women couldn’t breastfeed for very long therefore I set my expectations low. Down to minutes before surgery I was asked this question and my answer didn’t change. I wish I would have said; “Absolutely!” I wish I would have taken a class or have had someone sit down and talk to me about the reality of the importance of building a supply, maintaining a supply, starting a freezer stash, nursing pads, preventing mastitis, thrush and most importantly the attachment associated with it! I spent HOURS upon HOURS on the couch, so many that to this day my couch cushion is a tad lower than the rest. No one talked to me about any of this. Not a co-worker. Not a family member. Not a friend. I am telling you, my naive self didn’t even register for a boppy! Lol Here I thought oh babies eat every 2-3 hours. Nursing on demand? Complete uncharted territory.

You know where I found solace? The Bump! It was a saving grace. I rejoiced and commiserated with a community of women all who gave birth the same month as I. I will forever be grateful. I say it is a curse because I feel at times my body isn’t mine. I have to be conscious with my wardrobe and ensure it is nursing friendly. I cannot (or will not I guess I’ll say) have more than 1 drink because each drink causes me to refrain from nursing for at least 3 hours. I cannot diet or be careful with exercise as it will affect my milk supply. My son literally clings on to me 24/7. Ball in chain I joke at times…

Sounds miserable? Why do I do it? Because it is the biggest blessing I feel to know my body is maintaining such a healthy handsome baby. It is his comfort place. He relaxes and puts his arm around me every time and I melt. It is a huge sacrifice but it is just only one of the firsts of many of motherhood.

I am unsure how long I will breastfeed beyond a year. I am certain it will be bittersweet and do not want to think of the time it will end. All I know is that if I have an opportunity to do it again, I will be prepared. I will not allow my bias pediatrician to mislead me to give him a bottle at the hospital. I will have all the nursing accessories I wish I had from the get go. I will nurse in public and damn it take a picture! Ha!

Love,

Angelica

*You can also follow my journey day-to-day on instagram. Link is below.