13/03/2024
Motherhood requires so much of us.
So much of our bodies.
After two weeks of pain and cabbage in my bra, I was feeling like it’s a little unfair- the pain we have to go through to start feeding our babies, and then the pain to stop. I honestly don’t know which is worse.
And then there’s the guilt I feel for stopping when she would still happily continue nursing. I nursed for almost 2 years, but still, the guilt. Her skin is so much better since we stopped (she’s sensitive to a lot of foods and has bad eczema- the main reason we stopped is I believed her skin would improve and it has) but still, the guilt.
And then there are the 9 months of growing them inside of us- with various pain and ailments to accompany it. And childbirth- however they come into this world. There’s pain, and there’s painful healing involved.
And then our bodies are never the same- yet society holds women to unrealistic beauty standards. We can scream body positivity all we want, but it’s hard to fight that, isn’t it?
Not to mention the hormones, the mental health struggles, which are very real and often worse than the physical pain.
So yeah, after 2 weeks of weaning, of painful clogged milk ducts, of crazy hormone changes, of feeling so far from myself, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. Sorry for all of us.
But of course- there’s another side. We’d all do it again in a heartbeat because of the babies we bring into the world and nourish through all of this pain.
And the side I’m clinging to - to get through to the end of this pain - is how strong we are. We endure this pain. We continue to care for our babies through it. And we repeat that each time we’re sick or we’re struggling. We keep strong, the best we can, to take care of them. We are so much stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
What if we walked through each day with a reminder of that strength? It would change some things, wouldn’t it? You are so strong. Time to acknowledge that. Time to remember that. 💪🤱