Post-partum happiness

So the power of positive thinking is holding out. Papa-Man was back at work this week and yet I am still surviving. Whoa -- I was a bit surprised that my recent post seemed to really strike some nerve or chord or something with folks who have kind concerns about new Moms. Really all I was saying in my #2 comment was that I can't take people taking down my nerve. I need to sustain my powers of positive thinking and duh some confidence... I know the fearlessness. Only because I know the fear. Resist.

I noted in my comments on the comments that it is PERHAPS sorry news that just as so many have worked to ensure systems no longer abnormalize pregnancy.. post-partum life is so consistently feared. I have spent time since the post contemplating the necessity of keeping my nerve.. my confidence.. my post-partum happiness off the blog. But, in the words of my daughter, FUCK IT.

I am lucky. There were times my pregnancy was not going well. I had real fears for my baby. Today we are all well. I can spend an afternoon lazing with him. Feeding him and biding the time while he cannot sleep for the the horrible burps inside. I do this without resentment. I need not fear my husband will be home late angered no dinner is ready. Those things take care of themselves. These two not entirely...


Please remember these eyes when you accuse me of being unfair. Who exactly am I unfair to try for better than subsistence at this time?

ps... if you have kick-diaphragm burping methods the Wo family wants your tips!