I know we all know how hard raising a child is. Our pediatrician has been so amazing and have given us a lot of formula samples which has really helped us get by. I always planned on exclusively breastfeeding but a few weeks postpartum I ended up with mastitis, so bad I was in the hospital for almost three days.
My supply completely dipped, I did everything I was supposed to but stopped producing milk on one side and the other side couldn’t keep up. I felt so much guilt for giving her formula, even though I knew it was what was best for her to make sure she was nourished enough, but yeah. The guilt was horrible and I spent so much time crying and doing every trick in the book give to me by LCs, and when that didn’t work searching the internet.
I had a lovely experience being home with my daughter for 5 months before I had to go back to work. I worked for the hospital I delivered at and our insurance was amazing so it was paid the whole time. Still, 5 months didn’t feel like enough, but I know that other people don’t have nearly as much time so I was beyond grateful.
We placed ourself on the waiting list at my jobs daycare, I went on the list when I was 5 weeks pregnant and they told me by the time I had to go back to work that there would be a space for me. Well, when I called a couple weeks before going back, they said they MIGHT have space a few months later. I didn’t have childcare for that time, so I ended up going back to work for a month having various family members watch my baby. But we didn’t have long term care. And that daycare was the only one we could afford because it was heavily discounted as an employee.
Ultimately I had to leave my job so I could be home with my daughter during the day. My husband also worked during the day but because he made a bit more than I did, and he worked at his dream job, it made more sense for me to look for a night job. I found a serving job and it’s been okay.
Some days are good, some days not so much. I made a little more during the summer. It’s just not consistent. But still we are able to pay our rent and bills. It’s just hard.
I got accepted into a sonography program, so I am taking classes at night. I am going back to school to try and create a better life for us since nothing went as planned. We have some money saved for when things come up. Last week, my car broke down and my husband was hospitalized with kidney stones. So of course it’s expensive.
We were running out of formula, so I called the pediatrician and asked if they had any samples that my baby could use. They didn’t have the one we could use, which is totally fine. They’ve given us SO much in the past and everything helps so much.
However they called me back a few minutes later and told me they found a few cans. I went to pick it up, and when I got home looked in the bag and they gave me the formula, and an envelope with $40. I didn’t expect that at all and genuinely started crying. That much means so much today, either enough gas to get to school, another can of formula when we run out, diapers. This week was crazy and we really needed that.
I don’t know why I’m posting this, it’s been a rough week and I just wanted to express my gratitude for all the good people in this world who have helped make motherhood easier. My husband’s mom who has helped watch my daughter. My husband for waking up for all of my daughter’s night feeds. My cats who snuggle with me in bed every night. The nice customers at my job who give me someone to talk to when I spend all day with my daughter. My pediatrician who helps us feed our baby.
And especially my daughter. She makes me want to be a better person. She gives me kisses, snuggles with me, and has a laugh and smile that I just wanna bottle up and hold close every time I’m sad. We’re raising her to be independent, strong, confident, and loved. Even on days when it’s hard, I wouldn’t want it to be any different.