Six Ten AM

If you’ve been around here for a while, then you already know just how much I hated breastfeeding—and how desperate I was to stop. Well, guess what? After 13 months… I did it. Insert dramatic round of applause. Thank you. Thank you very much. Now let me tell you what I’ve been going through. It hasn’t been cute. And before I dive in, let me emphasize this: this is my personal experience. Not a universal truth. Not a guideline. Just me, myself, and I. Cue dramatic exhale. If I had known how painful it would be to stop nursing, trust and believe: my baby would’ve been on formula from the jump. Fresh out the womb to a freshly warmed bottle. Let me give you the short version: Mastitis. Fainting. Dizziness. Nausea. A crushing sense of dread. All because I stopped breastfeeding. And mentally? I was going through it. Yhu.  My boobs were so full I looked like I had a botched boob job that reached all the way up to my collarbones—and they were as hard as granite. The hormonal crash made me ...

[7/5/2025, 3:11:42 PM] Scarlet Witch ❤️ A Wanda W No Vision: What has been the best thing about being a mom for you? [7/5/2025, 3:21:09 PM] Ntswaki: The funny thing is, this answer has changed every month, but after a year I think it’s the fact that it’s been everything I thought it would be and more. I never had any delusions about how difficult this would be—especially the kind of parent I want to be—and I think that’s because I like to be prepared for hardship, if that makes sense. So I never made any room for the good, and oh my goodness! So much of the good are things so small that you never really think about until your baby is asleep and you miss them. To my daughter, This is going to be corny and maybe emotional—I’m not sure yet. I wonder if the version of me writing this will align with the version of me that exists as you read this. I’m suddenly at a loss for words. It’s currently 10:29 p.m., and we’re in bed. You had 2 ounces of chamomile tea, and it knocked you right out. Y...

  There was a time in history when keeping your word meant something. Now we’re surrounded by disappointments and unreliable people. Unfortunately, I am a very literal person. I didn’t even realize how literally I take things until it became a whole diagnosis. That being said, I never quite understood the deep frustration and, for lack of a better word, the  displeasure  I feel when someone says they’ll do something… and then they just don’t. My cousin once told me to expect disappointment because that’s all people are going to offer. But I didn’t think it would be  this  bad. And you know what sucks about people who are often unreliable? They ask those annoying questions like,  Am I unreliable? Am I a disappointment? They’ll go on, talking so negatively about themselves, fishing for you to step in and tell them what they want to hear. Basically begging you to lie to their face. I think, to some extent, we all know what we’re capable of. Whether you think y...

It feels like it’s been a minute since I wrote anything mommy-related, but the motherhood chronicles are back, guys. Some big changes have happened — and even more are on the way. We’ve been going through the motions lately. We moved recently, and I can’t say my daughter has taken it well. It reminds me of her first trip to Zimbabwe. That trip was doomed from the start with our accident, but when I tell y’all that for nearly two weeks straight my girl was  borderline inconsolable  trying to adjust, I mean it. Same story here. She’s sleeping poorly, eating poorly, and doesn’t want to be put down. It’s a movie. It’s  been  a movie. And if I’m being very candid, I haven’t been my best self since we got here either. I’ve been wound up and tense, and I know my girl senses that. I’m trying to mellow out my negative energy — keyword  trying . It’s not easy. Survival mode is a mask I wear to get through the day, but having an 11-month-old see right through that has its ...