*sings*
Hello from the other side…
I don’t love Adele, but I do think the plaintive wail of that line encapsulates the feeling of reaching out from the postpartum void. It’s truly its own world. Three and a half weeks in, some of the fog is lifting some of the days. It’s just so weird how you can both exist as a person and be sort of functional but also live in an alternate dimension that is laser focused on two hour increments of milk transfer.
Today is the first day the baby hasn’t needed a bottle for any of his feedings, a real cause for celebration! Latching is still a two hands, full focus operation, but we’re on the downhill slope of the breastfeeding woes1. It feels a little like when you’re coming down a mountain and you finally glimpse the parking lot from the last switchback. There’s always that point in a grueling hike where you’re just about tripping over your own feet and are convinced the trail is never going to end. You’re tempted to just sit down in the middle of the pat…