This blog discusses my life with two kids under the age of three, a Zombie obsessed husband and two fur babies. Spit up, failed baking attempts and tantrum throwing (sometimes mine, sometimes my daughters) are all documented on this blog.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
These are the things mothers learn to forgive and forget
“I’ll never forget this,” I vowed to my husband as we drove to the hospital three years ago. “It hurts so bad.”
In that moment, it is unthinkable to imagine a time when you won’t remember how a contraction feels, the tightening and pulsating, the lightning of pain that radiates throughout your stomach and up your back as your body prepares for delivering the biggest and most important package of your life.
Those first months back home, you remember the pains of afterbirth, how your nipples ached during the first days of nursing when the baby was still learning to latch and you were worried about producing enough milk. Can you recall how uncomfortable sitting, standing, walking was during those first few weeks at home? Or how tired you were due to round-the-clock feedings and nighttime diaper changes?