It’s 1:48 a.m., December 23, 2021. I woke up to a burst of worry if our newborn was okay because his last feeding was at 10:00 p.m. It felt like I slept the whole day only having roughly three hours of continuous sleep this round (we started with 30 minutes to 1 hour of sleep in between feedings; 2 hours was luxury; either was surprisingly sufficient).๐
Finally a Mom on Mother’s Day
Finally. No longer just a #1007mom, but a mom 24/7.
Meeting My Baby: Cuddles But No Kisses
I’ve been swinging back and forth between writing this post or not because I know it might be offensive to some. I find the courage to publish this putting my baby before anybody else, family or friend. Call me overprotective or madamot or OA, that’s far less important than our dear Chadric Noah‘s health. I…
Overcoming FTM Trauma & Blues
So, how did I overcome the breastfeeding trauma, baby blues, and everything that smashed me those days? More than a deliberate effort on my end, here’s what I was led to hold on to…