Can I Do Saturday Confessions on Sunday?

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I have a million blog posts in my mind. I have a million other thoughts in my mind. It is hard to put any of them together. I couldn’t come anywhere near putting them together yesterday.

So, can you join me in pretending I am writing my Secret Mommyhood Confessions on Saturday? I’ll confess my need to follow all rules, even which day to post topics, on another Sunday Saturday…

In case you missed it, I recently weaned Patrice after 19 months of nursing. Of course, if you missed that, we have never crossed paths on twitter or my blog, so I should say, “HELLO, welcome to my part of the web!”

Back to the topic at hand.

Weaning her makes me sad, and scared.

Now before you think I’m getting on a high horse about how breast is best…let me pause and say, I believe that, but that is not any part of this blog post. I’ll let others worry about beating that drum.

I’m sad and scared for me, not her.

I’m sad because I was uber proud of being a nursing mama. It was something I set out to do and did it. Big confession here, I did it was some judgment of other mamas and from a high horse, but that is another topic, heck probably one for the doctor and I to deal with. Please let me say I’ve been learning a lot about that high horse and I’m climbing off of it.

I’m sad because now anybody can do any or all of Patrice’s care. She doesn’t really need me anymore. Daddy can do everything I can. A lot of it better than I. I can’t sit and cuddle her without her wanting to nurse. This morning she clawed me when I wouldn’t nurse her and tried to just hold her. She climbs into daddy and “Miss Susie’s” arms to be rocked. Not mine. Never mine.

I’m scared I will lose my place in the breastfeeding world. Who will listen to someone who weaned their baby for their own needs instead of letting the baby self-wean?

I’m scared the depression will deepen, as it already has, due to the hormone changes associated with weaning. Weaning itself can cause postpartum depression. What if I get even worse? I am hanging on by fingernails as it is.

And my biggest fear is the hormone changes will allow the Multiple Sclerosis to come out of remission and I will lose the physical progress I have made. And that terrifies me. A horrible run, where you fall flat on your face, is better than one single minute of steroid treatments for MS or half a moment in a wheelchair. What if the nursing and pregnancy, continuous for all these years, has kept me healthy. What will I do if I wake up one morning and I literally no longer know which was is up? I am pickin’ scared of that possibility. Just typing it is making me dizzy. Oh no.

(Um, yeah, I think it is a good thing I have a standing appointment with my doctor every week!!!!!)

What makes you sad or scared about a big change in your life?

Join me at Kimberly’s.

Survive til you Thrive!

3 Responses to Can I Do Saturday Confessions on Sunday?

  1. Charity, my sweet sweet friend. Your honesty is breathtaking. Stunning. So many of these fears are real and so hard. Of course you are afraid.

    But know this: you are brave and strong. Brave is facing your fears and continuing. I am so honored to know you and to be part of your story.

  2. Also? I HATE that now that I don’t feed at night, DH can get BG back to sleep when she wakes up and I can’t. I kinda liked being better than him at that.

  3. Charity, I feel for you and worry with you. It may take a bit of time, but I guarantee Patrice will find that one special thing mommy can do better than anyone else on the planet.

    And as for losing your part in the breastfeeding world, I don’t think there is danger of that. Who will listen to someone who weaned their child instead of letting her wean herself? I’ll tell you who–ALL THE OTHER MOMMIES WHO HAVE TO WEAN THEIR BABIES BEFORE THEY’RE READY. If that were me, I would look to you for advice, reassurance, and solace. The breastfeeding world needs women like you–women with TONS of experience and who are patient, honest, and kind like you.

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