Apparently my last post made a lot of people sad (and worried about me). Let me assure you that I'm okay. Really. I am. Some days are harder than others, and I often question whether I should share those days or not. I choose to share.
Years ago, I visited a friend when her baby was just a couple months old. She said she purposely didn't clean her house because she wanted me to see what life with a newborn was really like. It's hard. I mean come on, you're lucky if you get to sleep 3 hours in a row, who has time (or energy) to clean the house. I appreciate that kind of honesty and I remembered it when I had my first baby and the dishes and laundry piled up. I wish someone told me how hard breastfeeding could be before I had my first daughter. I stayed up too many nights searching for "friends" on the internet that were having the same problems: baby not latching, repeated bouts of mastitis, chronic clogged milk ducts, and dare I say it... maybe even a little depression. Yup, breastfeeding was supposed to be this perfectly natural and beautiful thing, but for three months, it just plain sucked. I felt guilty for even thinking it. What made it worse was I felt like I was the only one struggling with it. Months later, I found out that many of my friends had similar experiences. For whatever reason, we just don't talk about it. Since then I realized that it doesn't do anyone any justice to only expose the good.
So yes, I choose to share it all: the great, the good and the down right ugly. I don't want special attention or sympathy. I just want to be honest. I think truth is inspiring. Whether it makes you laugh, cry or re-evaluate your life, truth really does set us free - if we let it.
Thank you again for reading and being part of this crazy, but beautiful, life of mine. Thank you for your comments and emails. They make me smile. And for those who read "in secret" - thank you for being here.
Hope you're having a great day,