Can I have some?

welcome to my blog.

a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.

i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*

then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.

eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.

i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.


and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.


munch up.

Friday, November 16, 2007

I'm number 10!!

I talked to Sandy today. Sandy is my lactation consultant from WIC. We talked about many things that I had questions about, but I won't go into that. The main thing that she did was give me a huge emotional boost. I have been having a hard time getting through each feeding with Little Angel because of the struggles that we have been having. I started to dread when he would need to eat again.

Anyway, before I go off on a tangent (I have done that a lot today...), one thing that Sandy told me today is that 9 out of 10 women would have given up on breastfeeding with all the things we have gone through these last few weeks. She said that she knows that because she has talked to the other nine. Then she said I was her number 10. I have had a better day then I have had since Little Angel was born because I was so elated with her praise. I mean it is one thing to have my sisters or mom say that I'm doing a good job, but with my mind, I can brush that away really easy thinking that they just say that because they love me, or whatever. Sandy is nice, but I doubt that she loves me, and she isn't part of my immediate family, so it is totally different then having my family tell me I'm doing good. I do need the praise from my family, everyone does, but it was easier to brush it off (having a depressing mood and everything) then it was from someone totally unrealated.

So, normally you would think you would want to be number one? I'm just glad that I'm number ten, and all the help I have had from my Father in Heaven and my friends and family who have helped me through this hard time. I hope that it will be getting better and better throughout the next little bit.

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