A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that I take my baby everywhere. Granted, at first --since I was recovering from a C-Section, I couldn't really go anywhere. Pretty much getting in and out of bed hurt. A lot. It's normal- I just had an incision going through skin, fat, and muscle. When I was about 14 years old, I remember my mother would often let her pregnant friends live with her for a couple of months to help her as much as she could. Kind of like moving in with your midwife. I didn't think of it much then, but boy that would have been awesome to have now. I didn't have anyone to help me out with the baby for a day or even a couple of hours. Now my mother has her handful and our family has gotten quite large that there is no room for me. Plus the situation is different. So everyday, my baby--along with her diapering needs and food where placed on my bed for easy reach. At some point, the pain became bearable enough to walk around my home. God knows I was so happy when that happened. I was so excited! I could now get up and clean my babies bottles, or wash a small load of baby laundry.
Although could physically run to my restroom with out pain---I tried not to go because I felt like I needed to watch the baby. I thought she might cry and need my attention right away! If you have ever been a pregnant women just undergone a c-section, you know that everyday tasks seem longer to accomplish.
I was so anxious to cook and enjoy a meal instead of feasting fast food or microwavable food. But I wouldn't dare go to the kitchen for more than five minutes. I just felt the need to constantly watch my baby. After talking it over with my love; I was advised to go on ahead and take the baby with me. This idea delighted me. And I did it. I took my baby everywhere I went, restroom, kitchen, office, outside--everywhere in my home.. She's always with me in the same room either in my arms or in a neat vibrating baby chair. Sure, I could use the baby monitor. But at first it it felt not-trustworthy and fake.
Not only that; but I pumped milk eight times a day, delivering 4-5 ounces each time. You can imagine that the connection with my little bundle of joy was rock solid.I had friends come over to visit me and they would ask when I was ready to hit the bars. My response to them was , "Oh no, I'm a mom now; I can't be doing that". My drinking days are over--no more. I can't give beer to a baby. I felt like she was my world now. I had so much love to give and felt the need to protect her at all costs.
I eventually grew out of this phase. And left the room with the baby monitor trusting that whatever I heard and saw was a true reflection of her state. It was pretty harsh finding out; I really couldn't do this if I wanted to keep relationships with other people.I wondered how many mothers went through this?
Written by: Sonia Garcia of Modern Girl Life
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