the 7th stage
it’s a little morbid, but i now realize that i’ve gone through sort of a grieving process regarding a’s breastfeeding/my lame milk supply. there was denial, bargaining, guilt, and plenty of anger. most recently, there was some depression and i shed more than a few tears over the issue. but i think that i may have finally reached acceptance.
my supply is not going to magically double.
i cannot keep up with her needs 100%.
my freezer stash is dwindling.
she WILL need supplementation.
i haven’t clicked ‘subscribe & save’ on a big case of enfamil just yet, but i see it in my future. and IT IS OKAY. and this time, i really mean it.
i am still going to pump
even though it pains me to walk past this sign on the way to the lactation room twice daily, i am going to continue to get what i can for miss a.
i am still going to try to breastfeed as much as possible.
i am still going to take expensive herbs that probably make me smell like IHOP.
but i am NO LONGER going to beat myself up when it’s not ‘enough’. i’m going to stop the mental tally of oz drank vs. oz produced, as i’m always in the red and i don’t think that’s going to change.
instead, i will applaud myself for the fact that a) annabel got 6 months worth of ALL b-milk and b) i will still be providing her with benefits even if it’s just a portion of what she gets each day.
she had her 6 month pediatrician’s appointment
and i think that having one of my trusted colleagues reassure me that she is thriving and that i already ‘won’ by getting through 6 months really helped. she is happy and developing so well. and she will continue to do so on a mix of breast milk, real food, and yeah — formula.
dress credit: expertly knitted by my mom with yarn from my sister’s store.