But as the date of my baby's induction is drawing near, there is a particular area that I feel myself struggling with, in the preparation of my head space. That is that, having now carried three full term babies, having birthed two and about to count three, I'm as experienced as many in the whole deal.
My sister is a beautiful mother. I look up to her, and feel that I will never live up to her mothering standards. Yet it surprises me every time I need to reprimand myself, that she has three children. No matter what happens I also will have birthed three full term babies.
I'm often intimidated to some extent by mothers of more than one. My MIL is even one. I expect that she will start her insinuations and hinting wen I bring baby home, on how I should be doing things. I remember te first morning home with baby Toby... Shane came in to wake me and told me that I had to eat breakfast before baby woke to be fed. He is lucky to have lived. I tackled him later and sure enough, his mother sent him in. I couldn't tell you how many times she told me to eat, drink, sleep whatever or my "milk will dry up". I'm ready for that one this time.... I breastfed Toby for two years. She bottle fed all three of hers.
I mean, we all walk in different shoes. Although I (will) have borne three babies, I haven't had the same opportunities to ease them. But I need to stand tall and remember that I too am mothering three children.
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