The saddest day in my life was not the end of my marriage it was the day my baby girl decided she did not want milk from my breast. I mourned her loss quite heavily and still do.
Breastfeeding is a woman’s best friend. Forget about all the reasons its great for your baby, the benefits to the mother are equally as good.
I had the pleasure of breastfeeding all my babies for an average of six months or more. This princess of mine was well on her way to month number eight and I was not in a hurry to stop. But I figured she was dissing me when her feedings went down to twice a day and then once a day, then sometimes two days would pass and she would not want any. Boy did I try to prolong it.
Then, the spotting began and I cried. It meant the return of my monthly or as they say in Jamaica, My Aunt from Red Hills was here. I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen that aunt in the eight years I was either pregnant or breastfeeding.
This time as well, there was no man around to help with the raging hormones and boy were they. Then the acne began. I had not broken out like that since high school. Ugggh! Then the mood swings. All of a sudden I knew just when that distant relative of mine was coming for a visit. Prior to babymaking it did not change my world at all. It came, it went. It came, it went.
I guess that’s part of my body aging and I am not sure I am liking it yet. I have to find a way to deal with the mood swings and the crankiness cause suddenly my kids are looking like good targets and that is a no go area for me.
So its lots of early bedtimes for them, a nice warm shower for me and a good book and some prayer. Cause Lord knows, I don’t like me much right now.
“Don’t make any life changing decisions during this time,” my friend says. I’ll do my best not to. Cause with me its never a simple decision like do I wear jeans or a skirt today. Its usually do I start a new business, move to a new island, or better yet….have a baby?