The days begin so early here in our household. Madi usually wakes up anywhere from 6 to 8 for her first feeding of the day, so it is a good opportunity (depending on the amount of sleep I have had) to get in some "me"time. Those moments are few and far between these days, so when they happen I am so, so thankful!!
As I lie here awake this morning and scan through friends' blogs trying to take in the snapshot of their lives, I am overwhelmed with feelings of pride and insecurity. I am sure that most of you know by now that we have been having quite a few issues with Madi's stomach- Gerd and possibly Colic (Please Lord, NO!). For my own sanity, the idea of pumping and feeding is simply that-a forethought. I feel trapped, confined and strapped to a machine every 3-4 hours for at least 15-20 minutes at a time. I know if doesn't sound like much but when you are pressed for time and the baby starts screaming, you have one of two choices: let baby scream while you pump or you stop. Madi has been very high needs and needs to be soothed alot, which means lots of holding for us. You can see my dilemma here, huh? You cannot pump while holding a baby. So unfortunately, my supply has started to diminish leaving me feeling like a failure as a mom.
It's one of those moments of pride whenever anyone ask you, "breastfed or formula?" and you answer "breastfed". I feel like I just need to high-five anyone around me...retarded I know. Seeking encouragement from a friend in a similar situation about a year ago I'm starting to wrap my mind and my heart around formula. (I know most of you think I am being stupid here...its just formula right?!) In my eyes, it is the ultimate failure in my role of motherhood. 70 Years ago what would I have done for my baby? There were no pumps, no formulas, just mom and baby. I feel like if women all around the world have been doing this for hundreds of years, why am I failing so terribly at the one task God has given me to do for my child? As Joshua and I were talking about it, I realized that whereas I do not understand what it feels like as a husband to shoulder the responsibility of provider, these same feelings describe how I feel about breastfeeding my child. Is is the one thing that I can do for her- my way of providing for her that not only benefits the present but her future as well. No one else can do what I can do for Madi, and that is to meet her most basic need-food. My pride is so inflated that it makes me sick. I am really disgusted with myself at how much time and energy I have poured over these negative feelings towards myself rather than just enjoying my little girl. I keep thinking about all the "what ifs"... ( I did not say this was a feel good blog). I know I'll look back in 2, 10, 30 years and it will not matter if she was breastfed or formula fed, but whether or not Madi is a passionately in love with her Savior. I guess that's really the only thing that matters in this life- loving God and loving people. Those were after all the 2 most important commands that Jesus ever spoke.
All of that is so much easier said that done. Like I said, I am struggling with my pride. I realize it is an issue and I am asking God to break me of it. Please pray for me and for our family as we make this transition in our household, because I have so much resentment towards myself that it sometimes can flesh out in other ways with my attitude, patience, and the list goes on. I just want to be the best wife/mother I can be. Somedays it is a no-brainer and others I feel so underqualified!