Eight Weeks – by Lisa Kelly
Here we are heading into the 8th week of motherhood at 45 years old. Time is flying!! It seems my days are a never ending cycle of all things baby. I have 8 more days off from work and no idea how to get back into a routine that includes showering every day and actually getting dressed. Since I’m still pumping and continuously trying to get her to latch, I usually don’t bother putting a shirt on. And fixing my hair again?? It’s been in a ponytail since late August and my flat iron is buried somewhere back behind the bottle sterilizer and pile of burp rags.
Speaking of latching, she still won’t do it right and the result is the most incredible pain I’ve ever suffered through. This includes having surgery to reattach a severed finger, a broken nose and surgery to fix it, and the C-section. I’ve never had a piranha attached to my nipple but I bet it feels the same! Even if she does attach correctly, she will fix that silliness in quick order by settling down right on the end and chewing. It’s almost cute because it eventually makes me cry which then makes her cry. It’s almost like she knows I’m hurting and is empathizing. The truly troubling thing is that she always spits up my milk with such a force that it’s alarming. We changed her formula to soy and she keeps that down aside from a little stinky spit up here and there but with breast milk, it’s a guarantee that she’s going to give it right back within five minutes. Has anyone else ever experienced this? One of my friends joked that it’s because I’m so old, my milk has expired. I’m going to keep at this even it means continuing to pump every couple of hours. I’m not sure how to fit that into a work schedule either. A public bathroom just seems like a gross place to drag the pumping supplies out.
I know countless other moms figure out how to return to work and I will too. I just hope I remember to wear a shirt.