Six Weeks of Six AM

Six Weeks of Six AM

For six weeks I have nursed her,

Supplied myself for her demand

For six weeks I have studied her,

Living each day unplanned

This week I will get six minutes

To summarize six weeks of six a.m.

They will say congrats,

You can go back to life before hers began.

Solidifying,

Very few have time for the mom who is made at six a.m.

For the past six weeks I've wrote about my postpartum experience. (Way too much for one post)

It's not lost on me how sacred it is to even experience postpartum. Yet two things can be true at once. 

I can be exhausted and grateful. 

Most days, my to do list runs over. 

I get literally a few hours of sleep.

Sometimes, we order out for dinner.

I keep reminding myself this season is temporary, embrace it.

Here are some things I'd like to remember, and perhaps can help another postpartum momma.

You're capable to mother in a beautiful way for you and your baby.

I wish I knew I'd figure things out just fine after my first. The postpartum season comes with immense pressure. That certainly has been a struggle for me in the past. This time around I have been able to find peace in taking things as they come.

Pumping will always be public enemy no. 1.

I absolutely despise pumping. It is stressful for me to keep up with. The Haakaa is my new best friend. I've been able to collect a milk stash without needing to pump. It definitely lightened that load.

You need help, and a sling helps too!

I was very excited knowing this postpartum I'd be closer to family. We haven't had that form of support and parenting without a present village simply is HARD.

 Most days it's just me and the kids, so the sling is such a help. I have more mobility this way, but I have learned to let some things go. I think pressure to perfectly manage mothering and housework each day can cloud joy. I've learned it's just fine if the dishes have to sit for a bit. 

This is the a link to the beautiful site my sling is from. (Not sponsored)

I like to keep these posts Shortte and Sweet, but I don't want to skim over the complex journey postpartum always is. I am tired all the time, and there is always a need. I've experienced postpartum anxiety, breastfeeding struggles, pelvic floor therapy, incontinence, poor body image, and the emotional roller coaster of hormones. (Not forgetting we are still in the middle of a PANORAMA!) 

This has started as my hardest recovery physically and my best mentally. Don't forget, to take care of baby, you have to take care of momma.

XO,