In the interests of full disclosure (and as you may have guessed by my other posts) – I am absolutely a proponent of medication, be it mental health related or otherwise. You wouldn’t have thought so given my upbringing. My mom raised me to be an avid reader and skeptic of conventional wisdom. She taught me to question things and make sure that I was really doing my research. My mom was a huge advocate of holistic methods for healing, rather than just reaching for a bottle of drugs.
Mom was skeptical of all the bad press on eggs since before I could remember. When I had a sore throat, she had me gargle salt water. When my allergies or sinuses were bad, she handed me a neti pot.
Of course holistic cures aren’t always realistic when you work full time and only get four weeks of vacation (which also counts as your sick leave).
Continue reading “To Medicate or not to Medicate?”
Guest post by Lisa D’archangelo
It’s safe to say that most of my expectations of having a baby were blown out of the water by actual reality. I mean… millions of people have babies every day; how hard could it be… right?
Expectation: Hey, I’ve never been off of work for an entire 3 months – I’m going to get SO much done on maternity leave!
Reality: OMG I haven’t showered in 2 days, I can’t remember the last time I ate, and I’d choose sleep over either of those things.
I also envisioned a beautiful, bonding breastfeeding experience with my baby, which would enhance our relationship. I expected to nurse my baby for at least a year. I mean… millions of women breastfeed every day; how hard could it be… right?
What I couldn’t have predicted was the massive amount of time and logistics involved in breastfeeding; especially after going back to work full time.
Continue reading “More than Just a Breast”
Change is hard. It’s also true that the only thing that’s constant, is change.
We deal with change in our lives all the time. But it seems that little presents as much change as having a child. In your normal life, you go through a series of changes. Sometimes they’re sudden, but many times they happen slowly, over time. You have time to work up to that change. Graduating college, for example, is a change 22 years in the making. All of your choices lead up to it. You know it’s coming, for years.
With children, the changes happen rapid fire.
Continue reading “Quitting’s Hard”
I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was a comment that my mom friend made, but something made me convinced that my depression stemmed from breastfeeding. Continue reading “That Time I Stopped Breastfeeding”
I don’t think that formula is bad. I don’t think that breastfeeding is better*. I think generally speaking that if you breastfeed one baby and you formula feed one baby, they’ll grow up just fine, neither with an inherent advantage. So I went into the whole breastfeeding thing with very few expectations. Even I fell for the hype. Continue reading “The Perfect Game”