“Hey, just so you know, I fed you formula and you turned out fine.” My mom muttered this under her breath, half to herself and half to me, as I sat in my cramped kitchen nursing my baby for the umpteenth time in thirty minutes. I waved her off, my focus entirely on angling my sore nipple just right for my little one, all while trying to dodge the beads of sweat dripping from my forehead into her eager mouth.
It had been a whirlwind few weeks since I’d brought home my precious little insomniac, Mia. I had thrown myself into the world of attachment parenting, which meant co-sleeping, nursing on demand, and keeping her in a variety of fancy carriers made from organic cotton. I had envisioned our life together wrestling through the bustling streets of New York City, with me wearing her snugly while sipping decaf lattes and pointing out the sights. The one-bedroom apartment dilemma? No crib needed; co-sleeping was a no-brainer!
Despite my grand plans for a natural birth, complete with a meticulously crafted birth plan shared with everyone from my partner to the janitor, reality had a different story to tell. After laboring at home, I arrived at the hospital feeling like I was being chewed up by wild animals. My dreams of a serene birth evaporated, replaced by desperate cries for an epidural. It was a humbling experience; kudos to all those superwomen who can do it without meds—seriously, you’re amazing!
Once the pain relief kicked in, the clock ticked away unnoticed, and when the doctor finally arrived, Mia was in a precarious situation, having ingested some of her own meconium. Rushed to NICU, she was placed on a ventilator, and for two weeks, the uncertainty loomed over us. It felt like torture, especially when the doctors wouldn’t even make eye contact. I could only watch her through the glass of her incubator, and the only thing I could do was stroke her tiny limbs and whisper soothing words.
Finally, when Mia was well enough to come home, I was a bundle of nerves. I clutched her constantly, convinced that if I so much as set her down for a second, something dreadful would happen. The expensive stroller I had received as a gift was gathering dust. I even discovered a waterproof carrier that allowed me to shower while keeping my baby close—because who has time to put a baby down?
As days turned into nights filled with constant nursing, my obsession with protecting my daughter deepened. I stopped babyproofing anything because I was always right there, ready to swoop in at the slightest sound. I started to judge other moms for using strollers or “toxic” formula. When my mom suggested letting Mia cry sometimes, I snapped back, “If crying is good for the lungs, then bleeding must be good for the veins!” Yep, I was losing it.
I lost track of my own well-being, and my appearance reflected it. I barely recognized myself; my hair was thinning, and my eyes were sunken. One night, after yet another round of sleepless nursing, I snapped. “Here, just take it!” I hissed at Mia, who looked back at me with wide eyes. I was mortified. This wasn’t the mother I wanted to be.
That moment was a wake-up call. I realized that while I wanted to nurture a securely attached child, my obsession was becoming unhealthy. I needed to care for myself, too. A well-rested me with (somewhat) clean hair was far better than a frazzled version who poured everything into her baby. Motherhood is an ongoing journey filled with twists and turns, and I’m continually learning how to enjoy the ride.
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In summary, embracing attachment parenting can lead to some wild moments, and it’s essential to remember that caring for yourself is just as important as nurturing your little one. Finding balance is key, and learning to enjoy the journey is what makes this chaotic ride worthwhile.