For my readers who do now know, I recently gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl! :) A bit earlier before my due date since today (Feb. 1st) was my actual date.
I have to admit that these past few days have been rough, but joyous all the same. It is funny to think about how I had everything planned out (that is my personality of course) from how I would handle labor to how I knew I was going to breastfeed.
I had a birth plan.
A recovery plan.
A newborn plan.
A, how I was going to do things, plan.
Looking back, I wish I could slap myself as I was planning on these things a few weeks ago. Little did I know that things would change, not work out, or be much harder then I had anticipated. I thought I knew how it would all be.
First off, I would like to start off with a little vent! There is so much pressure! Pressure to be the super mom or the best parent out there. Doing everything the right way (if there is such a thing as a right way). Everyone has an opinion about what is considered the best practice in having a newborn, and most of the time people, specialists, and doctors agree to disagree on many matters.
That being said, I'm one of those people. I put the pressure on myself.
I'm a member of several mommy groups on Facebook. Some about breastfeeding, some about natural living, cloth diapering, mommy questions, etc. While I love these groups (mostly because people ask the questions I'm too afraid to ask), I also can find them a bit hostile.
Okay...maybe that's a strong word.
Not that disagreeing is a bad thing, but some of these moms go back and forth arguing about who is right, who did what, and shame on you if you didn't do it the all natural way etc.
Maybe it's just me, but I find these groups intimidating. I don't want to be viewed as someone who "does it wrong" because I don't do things someone's believed way.
I think it goes without saying that this blog post is a bit all over the place. Not really a thought-out post; just a few thoughts in my head that I seem to have found the time amidst my zero sleep and my shower lacking self to type out.
I guess it boils down to, what I thought I knew...I don't.
Everything I had planned, didn't all happen (some things ARE going as planned FYI).
And, finally, for the first time in my life, I'm learning how to fly by the seed of my pants.