Love Court xoxo

on my mind lately..

Mom-ing is one big lesson in prioritizing and constantly teaching me that I can do it all, just not right now.

If the house is a mess, I am busy playing with Del (alternatively – he isn’t napping).

If my kitchen sink is free of dishes, we ate subpar, delivery hamburgers last night.

If I got a workout in, I gave up time I could have been spending with Zack and Del.

If I haven’t washed my hair in 5 days, I’ve been too busy reading children’s books.

Yin and yang. Give and take. I could go on, but I bet you get the point.



6 months of exclusive breastfeeding.

It would be impossible for me to write, talk, or share in any fashion about my journey in motherhood without mentioning nursing. For me thus far, the two are so intertwined that at times I can barely make a distinction between them. We nurse when Del is hungry, full, happy, sad, wants to play, and when he wants to relax. We nurse to sleep and then again when he wakes up. We nurse during the day and the night as well.

I always knew I wanted to breastfeed Del. I tried to learn as much as possible while I was pregnant, but came across mostly conflicting information. My knowledge didn’t extend any farther than it’s healthier for the baby (but formula isn’t unhealthy), makes you lose weight (or gain weight), you just put a boob in a baby’s mouth (but it’s not that simple), and some women simply can’t do it. Confusing, eh?

And then Del was born. He breastfed for the first time in the delivery room and it was magical.. magical and beautiful and not natural, but kind of natural, too? It was hard and easy. It made me fall asleep and it kept me up. I began to realize why there is a whole bunch of conflicting information out there – a breastfeeding relationship between a baby and mother is constantly changing and cannot be defined. An evolving journey. All good – even the bad parts (i’m looking at you mastitis).

If I was better with words, I would write down more about how the journey has gone thus far, but i’m not sure how to explain the bad without sounding like i’m complaining or the good without it coming across judgmental towards those whose path is/was different than mine. I worry that I would simplify something very complicated. So i’ll just close with this..

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Magic xo