In case you haven't noticed, I'm a mommyblogger. And I also scout other mommyblogs on a fairly regularly basis. This stemmed from my mad search of pregnancy websites during pregnancy. I is/was going through a brand new odyssey and I needed company. Clearly pregnancy and then the ensuing parenthood wasn't a new idea, but to me that labryinth needed a guide.
Today, I stumbled upon a blog of a couple that recently (yesterday) gave birth to their first baby.
A girl. In the post leading up to the delivery, the mama-to-be talked of natural childbirth, cloth diapers, growing, cultivating and preparing baby food, attachment parenting including co-sleeping, 100% breastfeeding and finally fullfilling her dream of being a stay at home mom.
I couldn't help but scoff. Pfft.
And, yes, that's a big fat no-no. We mothers shall not pass judgement on our fellow mothers. Judging. Judge Judge Judging Judy of the Judge. Poor Taste! Boo! Hiss!
Though this said blogger, let's call her Judy, has not yet posted the birth story of labor and delivery, I'm DYING to know if she made it through her first goal of doing it AU NATURAL. OH NO, not just w/o drugs, but giving birth AT HOME. NO DRUGS. NO DOCTORS. NO NOTHING BUT THE GODDAMN DOULA!
oh, i just don't get it.
I've always been afraid of giving birth. Even though I've done it, been through it, still have the t-shirt, I'm STILL AFRAID of the damn thing! Yes, I'm full of scoff and snort but it comes from a place of FEAR. I truely don't understand people who go through things KNOWING it's going to be painful. And I have yet, to sit and talk with someone who has been through the ALL NATURAL way of delivering a child. I need someone to show me the light. So to speak. I just want to understand.
Looking back, I had a short and easy labor and delivery. Though Milo came at 36 weeks, he did not suffer from any complications. He was a healthy 6 lbs 14oz, 20 inches. I did not go through PPD. Milo did not have Colic. My husband was able to take 4 weeks off from work after Milo was born. In some ways, looking back, it was good.
But still. It was the HARDEST most JARRING experience, having a baby. No matter the research, the parenting blogs, the mental prep, the friends, the family, the advice, the ripping, the sitz baths, the meditation and yes THE MEDICATION. FUCK IT -it wasn't much like I thought it would be.
SO.....who out there did cloth diapers? grew and prepared their babys food? breastfed 100 percent for 1 full year?...Do those things WORK? and work well for you? Dude, my hat is OFF.
In all fairness, I did start off with the best intentions. I made Milo food, breastfed and we did the co-sleeping thing-all until it didn't work anymore. And that's all I've got to say about that. So perhaps my judging judgeness is from envy. I have no will power or endurance. I am lazy and a retard in the kitchen.
But I'm ok with that.
Shame on me for taking the path of least resistance...but,
I am not regretful of getting an epidural. Never felt regret for buying a breastpump AND filling in the gaps with formula. And I feel absolutely fine for giving my baby jarred food fresh from the grocery store.
These things made my life easier. At a time when life was anything BUT.
Karma is a funny thing though, huh? The doctor who delivered me told me the next pregnancy will be considered "high risk" due to how early and how quickly Milo came. I may not have a choice in the whole epidural matter next time. So, who knows? I may be singing the praises of roadside, drug-free, "just me and you baby" birthing stories...
This particular blogger doesn't know it yet, but she just found herself a new follower. I'm looking foward to seeing how her journey into motherhood plays out...
"I don't think that I'm better than you, but I don't think that I'm worse..."
(ani d.)
Riding a tracteur...
Petting some stinky animal...
feeding the local ducky ducks...
learning how to play Guitar Hero!
and, in general, just playing it real cool...(yeah, we're not pants people, per se)
