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Things nobody tells you... from @thereidcrew - SEE ME
I was told: "It’s your fifth labor it will be easy and quick.” It was not easy. It was not quick.
After my son was born some people “checked-in” with me.
But I felt like they couldn’t SEE ME they could only see the baby.
So precious. So sweet. Sleeping so peacefully. He's such a “good baby.” Meanwhile... I was engorged to the point of being rock solid with milk.
I was wobbling in pain from being ripped open for the fifth time.
I was fearful of staining everything I sat on from non-stop bleeding.
I had to change my clothes several times at night because of sweating.
I was dreading going number “two” for fear of suffering more pain.
I was sleep deprived from the cluster feedings and did I mention the night sweats already?
I couldn’t slow down enough to nap when the baby napped because I had to care for the rest of the family. I was a human sprinkler, shooting and dripping breast milk everywhere. I tried to cover it up with awkward little breast pads that seemed to end up everywhere, but where they were supposed to be.
I sometimes put on a fake smile and mustered up enough energy to help with my four other kids.
I gave love.
I provided discipline.
I helped with school work.
I helped with house work, but really I felt like balling up in fetal position, no pun intended.
I felt like the worst mom ever for letting others “watch” my kids.
I should be watching them.
They are mine.
At the two week appointment I secretly wanted my son’s pediatrician to ask me,
“Well, how are you doing? Are you feeling okay?”
But he was only concerned about my newborn and rightfully so.
I wanted my husband to understand that I was feeling alone even in a house of seven.
And at other times I wanted to leave the house just to feel alone.
I couldn’t ask for help because I’m superwoman and she doesn’t ask for help.
I felt hideous
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