I almost lost my baby to a rare infant disease. It’s changed me.
After 17 days in the hospital with our 6 month old… I have a newfound gratitude and tenderness towards cosleeping and breastfeeding.
Nursing several times at night used to be a little frustrating for me. Cosleeping felt uncomfortable on my body. I used to count how little sleep I was getting and wake feeling exhausted.
Now I am just insanely grateful!!! (Mind you, there is still a sprinkle of frustration here and there. haha)
I’m grateful I didn’t loose my milk supply while exclusively pumping for 2+ weeks in the hospital.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to sleep next to my baby and my husband instead of sleeping alone on the hospital couch.
I’m grateful our little guy was able to be discharged without his feeding tube. How wonderful that we are still able to breastfeed at all!
Sure, things are still hard and it’s overwhelming at times. BUT in the midst of that struggle I have this sense of gratitude for the gift of time.
Just for fun… I doodled our current cosleeping set up.
Now, to find a good trauma therapist. 😂
(Note: this isn’t meant to shame parents who are frustrated or exhausted. This parenting thing is HARD! Just sharing how my perspective has shifted after the trauma of almost loosing my son.)