One month later, and we are somewhat back to normal. I posted this unresolved story
to honestly portray the struggle and the trauma of the last weeks. And now I am thrilled to say that Ella is growing – slowly, but steadily. It’s been an intense month which climaxed with my return to work and we are finding our feet again, and our spoons and our smiles too, and on this journey I hope I have come out that bit wiser about myself, mothering and the world.
Here’s what I have learned:
Take the pressure off
Unwittingly, I was subjugating myself and Ella to huge amounts of pressure. I was demanding her to be a good baby – one which takes the bottle, sleeps acceptably, eats what I demand and when, and grows accordingly. I also was demanding that I be the perfect mother – one which has enough milk and provides everything their child needs at the right time. However, this immense pressure was making me crazy. I wasn’t sleeping, and was constantly anxious about how I would return to work if Ella wouldn’t drink from a bottle. I had heard horror stories about children who refused to take a bottle all day, and would want to nurse all night.
When I realized the demands I had placed on both of us, I did something unthinkable. I stopped caring. I stopped trying with the bottle completely, and decided it would be my lovely nanny’s problem. I went off to work the first day with instructions to try the bottle, and if not to feed her cereal and veggies. By the time I got home that day she was fine but drank ravenously the whole afternoon. By the third day, she was drinking her morning feed (of expressed breastmilk) from the bottle. She was getting the nutrition she needed, but more importantly I got my sanity back.
I love graphs
I love numbers and graphs and all things empirical. As my sister would say, I am the class Myers Briggs “T” profile. When lovely Dr Slowatek with a straight face told me that I am so short I wouldn’t even feature on the normal graph thus what could I expect from my daughter, I breathed a cosmic sigh of relief. That fact calmed me as no amount of loving reassurance would. The language of graphs and percentiles is music to my ears, and seeing her ratio perfectly balanced for her weight and height was a gift beyond measure. I also learned that there are numerous and disputed methods for tracking infant growth, and breast-fed babies grow differently to formula-fed babies. Nurses aren’t always aware of this, and can send you spinning into a panic for no mathematical reason.
Let go of ego
I wanted to breastfeed exclusively for as long as possible. I didn’t want to give Ella artificial formula pumped with unrecognizable ingredients. I wanted to wait to start solids until at least 6 months. The common theme was “I”. But when my little baby needed something other than what I imagined, I had to put all my needs and wants and images of the mother-naturale aside. My ego was dissolved into the much deeper wish to do what SHE needed. Being a good mother is not defined by giving your child organic food and exclusive breast milk. It is defined by doing what’s best for your child at any given moment, devoid of your own projections.
Don’t be so hard on myself
This is a common demon I keep facing. I subconsciously place these ridiculously high standards out there for me to achieve, and bash myself when I don’t achieve them. As a mother, I choose to give myself a bigger margin for error, and to remind myself that together Ella and I are on this journey – every day I learn more about what it means to be a mother, and that it’s okay to make mistakes
Mothering magnifies our blind spots
I was kind of okay before I had Ella. I was relatively aware of my flaws, and quite happy to ignore the ones I didn’t feel like addressing. Yet being a mom has brought my weak spots out in stereo, and are crippling me if I choose not to address them. My fears of not being enough, my guilt at not being perfect, and my demanding desire for perfection have been highlighted in a way I could never have imagined, begging for attention if I want to demolish the demons for once and for all and be a present mother.
Mothering demands forgiveness
In the short five months of my daughter’s life, already I am learning to practice forgiveness daily. I forgive myself for not being perfect, for not knowing everything and for not giving her what she needed. I apologize for being so grouchy in the morning and not smiling back at my greatest gift – of that early morning smile and giggle. And I know that she forgives me too. With all my limitations, I give her everything I have. My love, my sleep, my constant care and the gift of my connsciousness. At the moment, I believe she gets more than she lacks, and is far more forgiving me that I imagine.
It takes a village to raise a child
This well-known adage has never been so true to me.After posting part 1 of this story, I was flooded with support. Phone calls from Israel, smses, emails and comments from veteran mothers who felt my pain filled my days. Each one of them offered practical advice, empathy and compassion. I cannot thank each of you enough for taking the time to offer your story and making me feel held up by fellow mothers out there.
It is G-d who sustains the world
During those awful moments when I knew she was hungry, my mind wandered to the first blessing Birkat Hamazon. “You are blessed, our G-d who, in His goodness sustains the universe, with grace, kindness and mercy”. I walk to shul and see the luscious summer vegetation and imagine each of them drawing their water up from the ground and growing each moment. It is this same G-dly force which allows for our children to grow bigger and taller, and as mothers we are just the channel for the sustenance. Just as He makes each leaf and blade of grass grow, it is G-d who makes them grow, and we who can just pray for His mercy to allow it to happen.