The most recent parenting book I have read, was when my 8 year old was a newborn.
In my muddled, sleep deprived, adrenaline flowing, happy postpartum state, I should
have been confident. I already raised 4 kids who were ages 14 and up,
when this baby was born.
Yet, at 6 weeks, I felt lost on the path of motherhood. I was feeding,
on demand E-V-E-R-Y time the baby fussed. And yet never clued in on why the baby
fussed- because my take from all the breastfeeding books, was feed/comfort/nurse
that baby every time they fuss.
My husband, the father of all our children didn’t understand why I had lost my way
in mothering. The Pediatrician, who knew me from my other kids, dismissed my concerns.
I knew I needed help. Two things happened here.
First, wonderful women, trained as lactation consultants, entered my life.(If you are breastfeeding and having issues related to your baby and breastfeeding, Please, please, please, please find a lactation consultant in your area and give them a call).
AND I read yet another book Baby-Wise.
Baby Wise, (Love it or hate it, please save that discussion for another post) figuratively hit me upside the head with the realization, I had to bring MY brain to this job of mothering. All the other baby books I had read, were specifically on breastfeeding, and encouraged feeding on demand. To me that meant every time the baby fussed, whip out the breast to comfort, feed and care for that baby.
Baby Wise allowed me to bring my brain to the equation and think about why the baby might be fussing.
In my life, the power of the written word influenced me greatly – to the point of loosing my direction in mothering, and then in finding it again.