First therapy session since baby’s arrival

I had my first therapy session since about two weeks before the baby was born. At that point, I was feeling pretty good about everything and optimistic about how the baby’s birth was going to go. My therapist had been a great support to me over the course of the last year. I started seeing her after I had completed the IVF stimulations and was feeling a lot of uncertainty. Since then, she has been a solid outlet for me to sort through my thoughts, vent, and just be vulnerable without judgment. But today, I kind of got the sense that she was judging me. I get that it is her goal, and well, job, to guard my mental health. But she reminded me of what I had said to her months ago about breast-feeding: I told her that I was going to try my best to breast-feed and make this work because that was what I ultimately wanted. But if it did not work, then I was not going to kill myself over it, and I would formula feed in the way that it made the most sense, so with the type of formula that best fit my baby and my own beliefs. That is to say, there was no way in hell I was going to feed my baby with corn syrup laced formula.

Well, what I said to her then still holds: I am trying my best to breast-feed and make this work. It is just not breast-feeding in the way that I had originally imagined. Breast-feeding includes nursing as well as feeding breastmilk via a bottle. A lot of people are not aware of this, and it seems really silly to me. If you are feeding breastmilk via a bottle, how is that not breast-feeding? Where the hell did that milk come from? I told her that when I first mentioned this to her, I specifically thought about breast-feeding directly on the breast. I honestly did not realize that exclusive pumping was a thing. I originally thought that women only pump milk when they were away from their children and needed to give them something to eat via a bottle. It’s because I had never meant a mom who exclusively pumped and was open about it. I was learning as I was going, and because I was lactating and had a decent supply at this point, I wanted to continue this for as long as possible. She pressed me and asked where this pressure was coming from: was it because of all the blogs or the news or the lactation consultant or even Chris? Yes, I am sure that the constant saying of “breast is best“ is probably pushing me along. I am also sure that everything I have heard from the news and all the lactation consultants is also pushing me along. But what I am most sure about is that I am putting all of the pressure on myself. I know that if I were to switch my baby to formula tomorrow and have it be exclusively formula, I would likely ignore any judgment from anyone and just do my thing. I know all of my friends would be supportive… I am not totally sure my family would be supportive but… well, whatever.  But the point is that all of the pressure that matters the most to me is the pressure that I have put on myself. I want this journey to work really badly. Exclusive pumping is tough as hell, and in someways, it is even harder than nursing because you spend so much time with an electric breast pump, an animate object, versus your own baby. So a lot of the struggle is mental. It’s also a physical struggle because you cannot physically be with your baby  and interacting with her in probably the way that you want to, which is feeding her from the breast. And some days are harder than others. But I am going to make this work for as long as possible, and I told her this. 

She kept on insisting to me that breastmilk was not that much better than formula other than the live antibodies. But I do not agree with that. The corn syrup argument holds. I am also not certain that my baby should be eating palm oil so early on in her life and clogging her arteries… Which are teeny tiny, should I add. And yes, there are many brands of formula in this country that have palm oil. It just doesn’t make sense to me how these companies decide to put all these random pieces of crap into infant formula. That makes me angry, and I should not be feeding my child something that makes me angry.

At the end of the day, she was probably grilling me because she wanted to make sure that I was certain about my chosen path, but I am. I need the support of the people around me, both in word and in action. And if there was anyone who is not going to support my decision, I did not need to have them in my life, and that included her. She said she would be supportive of whatever decision I made, and whatever decision I made, my baby would be happy on whatever I chose to feed her with, but I really didn’t feel supported during this conversation. And that made me sad given how supportive if she has been to date.

When lack of family nearby is felt

Chris is away staying at a hotel for the next two nights because his company is having their annual kick of here. And the company is requiring everyone to stay at a hotel even if they live in New York City because they wanted to create a Covid bubble to ensure that everyone remained safe. This is a little bit ridiculous when you think about it because when you have colleagues who are traveling from literally around the world who have not seen each other since before the pandemic, it is highly unlikely that you are going to prevent and police them from socializing with people that they know outside of work as well as each other outside of work events. And also, if you are at work events, you will be mingling with your colleagues, so how is that any different than mingling with them at a bar or at a restaurant? 

Needless to say, I was pretty annoyed at this… who decided on such a stupid and senseless set up? This also meant that I felt even more overwhelmed without him around, even though he had already gone back to work technically and was working from home. So we arranged for our night nurse to come three nights in a row, which we have never done before. In addition to that, my very good friend offered to come and stay overnight to help out with the baby’s daytime bottle feeds. 

I was grateful for my friend’s help. But it also made me even more cognizant of the fact that I have no family nearby to help when situations like this come up. And when you think about it, you can really only rely on your friends to help out this way just so many times before it becomes a bit tiring for them. For example, my friend was super eager to help out, especially because she had not seen me or the baby since the day after we came home from the hospital because she didn’t want us to get exposed to her potential exposure to Covid. And while she said she was happy to help with the first and second bottle feed, every subsequent bottle feed, you could tell that she was a little bit less excited each time and saw it as a bit of a chore.

I don’t blame her. It is a chore, especially when you have to do it 7-8 times a day. It’s not fun anymore and is just something that has to get done. It has diminishing marginal utility like most things that we enjoy. But that is life with a child – there are things that are not glamorous that you just have to get done for them to grow and be nourished.

And if you don’t have family or friends nearby, you’ll end up having to spend a lot of money on paid help. And well, we don’t have Jeff Bezos’s bank account size, so that ends up adding up… REALLY quickly.

Baby development

What they say is true: your baby’s “firsts”are always extremely exciting and heartwarming. Our baby is quickly approaching two months old, and it is amazing to think how time has flown since I gave birth to her. Her latest developments, other than being able to turn her head both ways, whether facing up or on her tummy, are being able to smile a little bit and mimic what we do. She absolutely hates tummy time and refuses to lift her head much, but she is able to turn her head both ways, which is promising. However, despite the fact that she does not like to lift her head during tummy time, she is more than happy to do it while getting barbed. I think that is a sign of her early stubbornness…  That she has likely gotten from her father. I am quickly approaching two months of leave, which reminds me that I only have about two months left. It breaks my heart a little bit to know that I’m not going to be able to spend all day watching all of her little expressions and developments at every moment, but this is the life of motherhood: always feeling torn that you are not always, always there for your child at every moment. I do not want to be a helicopter mom, but I do want to be able to revel in the joys of my baby’s development at every stage.  Even though she is literally making baby steps now in her development, I am truly loving every moment.

Leaking breasts at the sound of a cry

One night at around 4am, when it was just Chris and me at home with the baby, we woke up to feed the baby and pump. After her diaper change, the baby started crying loudly because she was obviously hungry. As I was setting up my pump, I noticed that there were drops of milk that were on the kitchen counter below me…. And the drips continued to splatter. And I realized that I was actually leaking milk from my breasts. I am sure I had leaked milk before and it had probably just dried up on my clothes. But this time, it was obvious. The reason for the leakage was not only because my body recognized that it was my usual time to pump, but probably more because I heard the sound of a crying baby — my baby.

I read that this is pretty normal. Lactating women, when they hear the sound of a crying baby (it does not have to be their own child) will start leaking milk from their breasts. In this way, a lactating woman can feed any baby, not just their own. This is a sort of “takes a village,” evolutionary type thing.

Well, I leaked so much that I ended up just hand expressing both breasts. I never even turned on the pump. And I got over 2 ounces in about 20 minutes. I probably killed my hands and fingers doing this, but it flowed so easily that it was pretty quick.

Hand expression becomes debilitating

Ever since the baby’s one-month appointment, I suppose you could say that I had become a bit maniacal about researching exclusive pumping and how I could maximize my milk output. One of the things that I had read about in terms of how to maximize milk output while pumping was to do a little bit of hand expression before turning on the pump and connecting it. The idea of this is that you are priming the pump so to speak: you are warming your breasts up for the breast pump, and letting them know that hey, it’s time to start letting all the milk out. This also is supposed to produce a faster letdown on both breasts.  If you are not familiar with breast-feeding terminology, a letdown is when your breasts are literally spraying milk out of them. The way that breast-feeding typically works when a baby is nursing is that in the beginning, when the baby latches on, they will do these fast, quick sucks to activate your breasts to start letting the milk flow. This initially starts out as little drips. But after about a couple of minutes of these short, fast sucks, your breasts will get the signal that your baby needs to eat, and then the let down, or the milk spraying, will start. When this happens, the baby’s sucking is supposed to change from fast and short to long and slow to then gobble up all that spraying milk. This is also how electric breast pumps operate in terms of their settings to mimic a nursing baby. Every woman’s body is different, but a let down will typically last about 10 minutes on a pump, and it may actually be shorter than that with an efficiently eating baby. I have read about babies that were so efficient on the breast that they were able to get all of the milk out in less than five minutes. That’s pretty freaking crazy, and unfortunately, I know that will never be my baby… 

Anyway, I figured that it would be good to learn to do hand expression anyway, since I may not always have my electric breast pump with me, and in case I ever get engorged, I could easily let the milk out naturally with my own hands. Because as all of these websites say, you already have a breast pump that you own that’s free: those are your hands. So I learned the techniques to do hand expression, and I guess you could say I went a little bit crazy with it. I did it so much over the course of about two weeks that I ended up giving myself a semblance of tendinitis in both of my thumbs. Now, when I try to do things like  cut my nails, press buttons with my thumbs, and even put thick lotion on my hands, my hands hurt. I was even waking up with all of my fingertips numb. My ring and pinky fingers have limited mobility as soon as I wake up every morning. I have to use rubber bands to stretch out my fingers in order to just reach out for my cup to drink water in the morning. 

This was completely ridiculous. I had already exacerbated my cubital and carpal tunnel issues in my hands, wrists, and elbows, and now my thumbs were becoming disabled. This was all because of my obsession with increasing milk output. I kept telling myself that I was doing this to  give my baby more milk, and in the process, I was disabling my own body. I can’t even put lotion on without pain! So, I decided to reduce the amount of hand expression I was doing and limit myself to a small number of times on both sides per pumping session. This way, I would still feel like I was doing the work, but doing less of it and still having all of my body parts intact.

This is a mother’s sacrifice… And obsession. I hope I do not kill myself in the process I’m trying to get my baby some damn breastmilk.

Clogged milk duct

Around the time when I started using my new flanges last month, I noticed that my right breast was suddenly not producing its usual amount. To give you some context, the way that pumping tends to work, and nursing in general, is that one breast will tend to produce more milk than the other. For the vast majority of lactating women, the right breast produces more milk than the left. Whether this is a chicken and an egg situation, I have no idea, but since the beginning, my baby has always preferred nursing on my right side. And whenever I have pumped milk with my breast pump, my right breast has always produced approximately double what the left produces. That is really frustrating when you see the output and how different they are on both sides at the end of a pumping session. You wish, while looking at this, that they would both just produce the same amount and be more predictable like that. But, that’s just what you have to deal with. So, who knows if it is my baby who created this lack of evenness or if it’s just the way my breasts naturally are, but it’s still annoying regardless of the reason.

So you can imagine my annoyance, confusion, and horror when one day I was pumping with my new silicone flanges after seeing that my output had doubled for both breasts given my elastic nipple situation, and I saw that my right breast actually produced half of what my left breast produced. I looked at the output, put the bottles side-by-side, and just wrinkled my brow. Is this a fluke? I thought to myself. What the heck happened to my right breast? Why was it producing less than my left breast, which was supposed to be the slacker boob? I immediately went to take all of my plastic flanges of both side’s sizes and started doing some experimenting to see if the change in flange was what was freaking out my right breast. I spent the entire afternoon that day trying to troubleshoot. I did a bunch of Googling, to no avail. I had no idea what the hell was going on, and it was making me anxious because I was already an under supplier of breast milk, and to see that my dominant breast was not producing as much as my slacker breast terrified me. Was I drying up?? We are only just a month in! I need to produce more milk for my baby to drink!!

And then, like a knight in shining armor, Andrea, my Cleo lactation consultant, texted me. We were far outside the outreach window after our last meeting, when I was technically able to chat with her and ask for her advice, but nevertheless, she was a super human and part therapist to me, and she was asking me how I was doing. I told her the situation and explain to her what happened. I told her I was freaking out. I needed advice. With zero hesitation, she immediately texted me back and suggested that perhaps, I had a milk clog. She told me that I should go into a hot shower, and slowly and gently massage my breasts all over in circles to identify a lump. And once I found that lump, continue to increase the pressure while massaging and using a hot compress or the heat of the shower water to get the clog out, and to do it ASAP.

Oh shoot, I thought to myself. I have a milk clog already? A milk clog is basically a blockage in one of your milk ducts. When you are lactating, you have all of these milk ducts that are running through your breasts. The milk ducts all run with the same endpoint: your nipple. The goal is to get all of the milk out of your nipple. And at some point, depending on how thick and fatty your milk is, and how much you are pumping and or nursing, some of your milk may get clumped together and clogged up. The fat will accumulate in one of the ducts and just get stuck. This will cause a blockage of milk in your breasts, which would then result in your output decreasing. Women who are most susceptible to clogged milk ducts are, but not limited to: those who are not expressing, nursing, or pumping regularly enough, those who have a baby who is an inefficient eater on the boob (well, that sounds familiar), those who just happen to have fattier milk on average, and women who are attempting to wean off of breast-feeding altogether but do not do it slowly enough for their bodies to register this. If you do not address a clogged milk duct right away and quickly enough, this could result in a lot of pain, and in the absolute worst cases, mastitis, which is a condition that can give you a fever, chills, and have you go on a course of antibiotics that needs to be prescribed by your doctor. No one wants to experience that kind of hell while attempting to nourish their baby.

It was also confusing to think about having a milk clog when at that moment, I didn’t even feel anything. I wasn’t having pain, and in the beginning when Andrea suggested I massage around and look for a lump, I really did not feel one. But a few hours after this, I started feeling pain on the right side of my right breast closer towards my armpit. And when I started massaging in that area, I realized that there was a lump that was right there. And that was really freaky. That night, I told my night nurse that I had a clog, and she gave me this serious look. She said that I needed to spend time in a very hot shower and take a wide tooth comb and comb HARD down towards my nipple. Constantly put pressure on the lump and push on the lump towards the nipple over and over and over again until the clog came out. The grossest and messiest clogs actually come out as big thick white clots… and yes, that big, thick white clot is going to come out only one way, and that is through the tip of your nipple! I was terrified to think of what this was going to look and feel like, but alas, all women’s bodies are very different. For some women, it will come out as a big white clot, as though it’s a big fat white booger. Sometimes, that big white booger coming out of your nipple can also have blood in it. This is not for the faint of heart as you can tell. For other women, it will come out as milk gushing out of your breast like a fountain, fast and furious. And for others, they will not feel anything. It may just come out while pumping or while nursing your baby. And in that way, that would be the most ideal because you would not lose any of the milk.

So I spent the next couple of days trying to get the clog out. I used the wide tooth comb method, and I repeatedly used my Haakaa manual breast pump filled with Epsom salts and warm water and suctioned it onto my right breast. This is basically supposed to use heat, the healing power of Epsom salt, and suction to suck out the clog. I am not sure which method was actually the reason for my success in getting the clog out, but in the end, I was finally able to remove it. The lump was no longer there when I rubbed the right side of my breast, and my output had slowly but surely returned back to normal. I never experienced a big white booger flying out of my breast thankfully. I also never experienced milk spraying everywhere. So lucky me, no big mess. However, what was remaining was a big fat scab right where the clog was on the right side of my breast. And that eventually resulted in a very visible and ugly scar.

So I guess this is yet another postpartum scar, and one that I was not anticipating… at least not this early. I was anticipating getting a milk clog at some point during my breast-feeding journey, as most of my mom friends had warned me about this. I thought that I was preparing in advance by purchasing a bottle of sunflower lechithin pills and putting it in my cupboard. I even took one pill a day for the first couple of weeks as my milk came in to sort of smooth out the fattiness of the milk in case a clog were to appear that early. I increased my dosage during the period when I had that clog. Who knows if this actually helped. But I would like to think that since I spent money on these pills that they did help.

IBCLCs: one part lactation consultant, one part therapist

Shortly after I purchased my Pumpinpal flanges for my elastic nipples, I got really frustrated because I felt like I was spending all of my time with my breast pump and not enough time with my baby. I had increased the number of pumps per day from 6 to 7, and I had also realized that a 20 minute pump recommendation from the lactation consultant at the pediatrician’s office would not be a one-size-fits-all situation, and I actually needed to pump for about 30 minutes to fully empty my breasts. Granted, it is actually impossible to “fully empty“ your breasts, as there is always milk that is still left. But the goal of pumping is to empty as much as possible to then signal to your body to create more milk. That is part of the supply and demand process of breast-feeding.  The supply and demand process of breast-feeding also does not consider your mental health: you need sleep (rest) to produce milk, but you also need to pump (or nurse) around the clock in order to continue producing milk and at the same levels. See how those are two very different messages?! It’s pretty ridiculous, and it boggles my mind, but that is a way that milk supply works with the human body. 

I was standing in the kitchen connecting my breast pump one day, and I got really exacerbated because all I really wanted to do was hold my baby and play with her, but I couldn’t because I needed a pump. I said to Chris, “I feel like I spent all of my time with the stupid pump.“ And he responded, yeah you do spend a lot of time with the pump. He didn’t really know what else to say, and I don’t really blame him. He knew that I wanted to give my baby as much breastmilk as possible and that I was upset nursing wasn’t working out, so there was really nothing else to be said. But that response did not satisfy me, and instead, it made me feel worse. I felt like I was having a downward spiral.

Well, during that pump, the Cleo lactation consultant Andrea had texted me to check in to see how things were going. It was almost like she heard the thoughts in my head and wanted to see if I was OK. So I texted her back and told her that I felt like I spent all of my time with the stupid pump and not enough time with my own baby, and it was pissing me off. I thought I was having a baby so that I could actually spend time with my baby. So why did it feel like I was spending all of my time with an electric breast pump of all things? I felt like I want to throw the pump out the window. 

She responded empathetically and said that she totally heard me, that it was a very common sentiment among women who are exclusive pumpers or who pumped milk at all for their babies. Even if you only occasionally pump milk, you still need to spend time with your breast pump to figure out the best settings for your body because every body responds to every pump differently. On top of that, we have to remember the end goal of pumping: that is to nourish our babies with breastmilk. That was what I wanted all along, and that was what I expressed to her during our very first meeting. She told me that if, at anytime, I wanted to stop pumping, then I should stop, and she would 100% support me and my decision. But, that was a decision that only I could make. Whatever way I chose to feed my baby would fit my baby, she assured me. I told her that if I was not able to give my baby breast milk through my breast directly, then the next best thing was my breast milk through a bottle, and I was determined to make this work. I was NOT giving up. She also reassured me and said that she knew I had dedicated so much time and energy into making sure that my baby had breastmilk, that I was a warrior, that I was not someone who easily gave up, and that because of all of this, I was a great mom.

 I saw this message, and I immediately started crying. I really didn’t feel like a great mom. I was upset that nursing was not working out. I felt like I wasn’t spending enough time with my baby. I blamed myself, even though it wasn’t fair or even true, for not having a great milk supply and ultimately crappy output every time I pumped. I wanted to fully nourish my baby so badly with my own breast milk, and I was failing. I really did feel like a failure. Even though my output was on an upward trend, I still didn’t think it was enough. It didn’t really help that on social media, most of the milk supply and pumping posts you see are of women who have an over supply. That is despite the fact that women who have an over supply are outliers. They are not the norm, but let’s face it: an over supply or freezer milk stash post is going to get a LOT more engagement than a “just enougher” pumping mom or an under supplier like myself. I highly doubt that I would ever have milk to stash in my freezer for my baby. I was not even sure that I would be able to get to 50% of her needs at that point. And it really bothered me because I was really doing everything within my power to ensure she had as much breastmilk as possible. I’d had such a frustrating journey to conceive, then the tumultuous roller coaster of IVF, and now, I was facing challenges feeding my child the way I wanted. It’s like everything was a struggle for my body and me, and it really just made me angry to no end.

I thought about all of the women I knew who formula fed, whose milk never came in because they had c-sections and their bodies never got the signal that hey, their baby came out, and therefore the milk needed to come in. The women whose milk never came in never had the option to breast-feed or pump. I really felt for them, because I knew that if that had happened to me that I would have blamed myself and agonized over it for a long time; that was also a major reason I was terrified of an emergency c-section: that afterwards, my body would not get the message to produce milk. I was lucky that my milk came in on day three after birth, and that I had any milk supply at all. I owed it to my baby to try harder to make this pumping journey work. I wanted to give her the world, and it started with breastmilk. 

This obsession was taking over my life, but I kept telling myself that this was temporary, that I would not be pumping milk forever. At the end of the day, my baby is a combo fed baby: she has both breast milk and formula because my body is not producing enough breastmilk to satiate her, and I had already made peace with that. But I also logically knew that if I were to switch her to formula completely, she would end up completely fine. I mostly had formula when I was a baby and Chris had only formula, and so we were fine. All of my acquaintances and friends who had formula fed – their children were completely fine. I had to stop pressuring myself so much to produce breastmilk and just go with the flow, literally, and accept what my body was able to produce and do what was in my power to increase my supply. Anything outside of that and any internal shaming that I was doing was not going to help. Stress does not help milk supply. Lack of sleep does not help milk supply. I had to keep reminding myself this so that I would not ruin my own goals.

Andrea, the Cleo lactation consultant, was like a godsend in many ways. I was never able to have the at-home lactation consultant visits I wanted that were covered by health insurance, but I had her, who helped not just as an IBCLC, but also as a make-shift therapist in some ways. She checked in on me regularly, whether that was through text or phone, and she even reached out when we were outside of the seven-day window when I would have access to her after our sessions arranged by Cleo. She genuinely seemed like she cared, and she was incredibly empathetic and always listened before she spoke. Unlike the hospital LC or the IBCLC/RN at the pediatrician’s office, Andrea genuinely centered her care and concern around me and my physical and mental health. The best IBCLCs are just that: one part therapist and one part lactation consultant. They respect your wishes and your boundaries, and they do their best to push you to meet your goals, and when you are not able to meet your goals, they reassure you and show you alternatives. She lives across the country, and so even if Covid did not exist, she would not be able to do a home visit with me. But I know that if she were able to, I probably would’ve had a better and more successful breast-feeding journey. But it’s okay. I can’t control everything. I am grateful for the support that I have received from her to date because I know that because of her, my journey has been more successful than it would’ve been if I did not have her.

Temporary single parenting and more guilt

Yesterday was Chris’s first day officially back at work. Granted, he did not go back into the office physically, but instead set up his work laptop and monitor at my usual workstation in the second bedroom of our apartment. To go into the office, he would be required to wear a mask and get tested for Covid every week, And the requirement to wear a mask in the office at all times was a deal breaker for him. On top of that, even if he were to go back into the office, he wanted to do that later to ease into the transition of being back at work.

I was bracing myself for this week because I knew that it was going to be a challenge to balance the baby’s feeding schedule along with my pumping schedule. Everything had to align almost perfectly in order to get both done, and both really did need to get done. 

I was chatting with our night nurse about this last week and telling her that I was nervous about how I was going to manage both all by myself. She gave me a sympathetic look and said given that both the feeding schedule and the pumping schedule are happening every three hours, after diaper change, tummy time, feeding, burping, making sure the baby was upright for at least 15 to 20 minutes after a feed, and then setting up my pump and pumping milk, I would be lucky to have 30 minutes to myself, and that would be on a very, very good day. On really bad days, I may only have 10 to 15 minutes to myself, and that would likely not truly be for myself. That time would likely be spent preparing bottles, cleaning bottles, cleaning and prepping my pump parts, and stuffing food down my throat to make sure I had enough calories to produce enough breastmilk (I would also add here that I eat almost all my meals standing up while pumping now – breakfast, lunch, and most of the time even dinner). My night nurse was never one to sugarcoat things, and so she likes to keep it real. 

Well, the first day was absolutely exhausting, and I am saying this as someone who is already exhausted with her husband doing almost all the bottle feeds and taking care of most logistical baby-related things for the last seven weeks. I had limited experience bottle feeding my baby, and so, I was not equipped to read her signs the way that Chris was. I do not always immediately recognize when she is still hungry or if she is truly full. She ended up wanting more food after getting burped and falling asleep at the first and the second feed. I obviously got frustrated because I needed to pump after both, and so I ended up trying to appease her by feeding her a little, or holding off her feeding, and it didn’t really work out. Chris would occasionally come out of the second bedroom and check in to see how things were going, especially when she was crying. And he could tell that I was frustrated and feeling overwhelmed already.

The second day was also rough, but a little bit more manageable than the first day. But Chris had already seemed to make the decision that he was probably going to go back on leave again. I asked him if it was because of some work situation in terms of re-structure that he had alluded to in the previous week, and he said that it was more because in just two days, he noticed how even more exhausted I looked at the end of each day, and this was not sustainable for my overall health and well-being.

I felt really bad and guilty. It was clear that I wasn’t managing well, but I said that I needed more time to adjust and to read the baby’s cues. Two days provided very sparse data. But it seems like he had already made up his mind. And I was not going to push back on him going back on leave. I really wanted and needed the support. And honestly, parenting is just more enjoyable when both of us are together.

But I did not just feel bad and guilty towards him; I felt a deep guilt about all of the other mothers out there in this country who have no support, whose husbands or partners barely even had one day or one week of family leave off. I felt bad about all of the mothers who only had a week or two off from work and immediately had to go back to work, still with postpartum bleeding, painful vaginal tears, pelvic pain, C-section scars — you name it. My partner had originally taken seven weeks off, and as a dad, that is quite a foreign and luxurious concept in this country — that a dad would take off that much time when his child was born. So even if he did continue to go back to work, I still would have been an outlier in this abysmal country that does not value family or child rearing; I would have been an extremely privileged and lucky outlier. And now that he is going back on leave, I know that we are in the less than 1% of the population who has this much privilege. I guess that is also what motherhood is about:  always feeling bad and guilty about pretty much everything. That could be about not spending enough time with your children, not pumping enough milk for your children, going back to work, having more resources and help than other mothers, having more comfort than other others. 

We are not only lucky because we both have so much more leave than the average American, but also because we are able to afford help in the form of our night nurse. Her support does not come cheap by any standard, but we are able to afford it, unlike so many families out there. There are people who are fortunate enough to have family nearby who can help out, and then there are the people who, like us, have no immediate family nearby and pay for the support. But then, there are the people who literally do it all on their own. And for the single moms… I don’t even know where to start. My heart hurts for these people, and at the same time, I have deep admiration and respect for them. I particularly feel for the mothers out there whose partners don’t have much or any leave when they have a child, and they literally have to do everything by themselves, day and night. It is not easy to have a child in this country, and it truly does take a village. And we are lucky and privileged to be able to pay for our mini village.