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When I look in the mirror I don’t really know who I see if I’m not trying to be pregnant, actually pregnant, or caring for a new baby

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My body did all of these things that I had no control or say in (other than my active decision to start having children), and it left my body feeling third person. I’m just the brain behind a machine. A baby growing, child birthing, milk making machine.

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Testing with Prince Valium

For Fuck's Sake, Now I Have Cancer

Well, you would THINK having said prince would help while having my second breast MRI but sadly, not so much. I think it slightly relaxed me but I was still laying on that crazy table, wondering about how much I should breathe etc. Its a rotten, miserable test (see previously posted, detailed blog) and I hate it. The poor, poor nurses that have to have me in that machine. Im a cranky horrible patient whenever Im there bc it’s just so uncomfortable. But, whatever. I got find out some super news though. Evidently Ill have to have one of these once a year. I’m doubling up on the valium and Mary’s going to have to wheel me out of there next time.

After, we went to get breakfast and I had a delish omelette and much needed coffee. Mary L. was with me the whole time. I know Ive said…

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Fed is Best

Little Bit of Britt

As if being a new parent isn’t hard enough the expectations that come with it just tops the nonexistent cake.

Breast is best, keep your supply up, don’t brag about your oversupply. Formula? It’s the devil. Feed on demand. Hold off on supplementing but make sure your child isn’t hungry.

I did it. I breastfeed my son for two months. Let me tell you the ugly truth. We BOTH were miserable.

I reeked of sour milk constantly. My breast had a let down when I did something as simple as sneezing. Gray shirts were a no go even with layers of pads tucked into my bra. With much excitement after giving birth to sleep on my stomach once again, I couldn’t due to constant engorgement. I was waking up more to pump then to feed. Running errands took twice as long due to the need to pump in the car…

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