So your expecting a baby moon?
You’ve been carrying your sweet babe in your womb for -40+ weeks and your anxiously awaiting the moment you get to hold your baby in your arms.
Then the big D-Day arrives! You give birth, and like most, you experience one of the most exhilarating few hours post birth. You are hungry, eating like you never have before, and snuggling your sweet bundle of joy.
If you are like me, you have planned for the next six weeks or so to be practicing rest. You adjust your schedule, you prepare your heart, home, and family for your baby moon.
Three to Four Days later…
You find yourself living in the FOG.
You know the fog I speak of? Those first seven days after childbirth (or so), the days no one seems to speak of.
Some call it the trenches.
Honestly, there are moments when I would call it the trenches. Those moments when you are cringing as your sweet babe is suckling, just learning how to latch on, and your uterus begins cramping intensely and you think to yourself, “These cramps are almost as bad as in childbirth.”
Those moments qualify as the trenches, especially when they occur numerous times throughout the night and you’re deliriously trying to remember which breast you fed on last.
Although there are those moments that qualify as the trenches, I prefer to call it the FOG.
Forgettable
Obstacles
God Gently Leads Us Through
You know the FOG. The one where you might feel like you are about to drown after days of treading water. You’re not really treading water anymore, but rather doggie paddling, trying to keep your chin above the water.
You have been physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally exerting yourself around the clock for days growing a human life, laboring, and birthing, and your tank is almost empty.
It’s around day four of postpartum.
You can’t really remember because the days are all blurring together.
You haven’t really had the chance to catch up on the sleep you missed those first few nights, and not only that, but your milk has come in. Even if you could get your newborn to sleep more than 2 or 3 hours at a time, you can’t just fall asleep because your leaking everywhere and literally in pain, contemplating how you could wake your sleepy baby and get them to nurse again. Your engorged.
You find yourself wishing and praying for God to take away the pain, to lessen the abundance of milk He has provided because it’s just too painful.
Pretty real image isn’t it?
Well, it hit me.
In day four of my postpartum journal I wrote,
“I am exhausted. After weeks of tossing and turning in late pregnancy, birthing a baby, and then nursing on demand every one to three hours, I am pooped. Just done, tired. And I’m so stinking hungry! I eat WAY more than when I was pregnant!”
It got to me.
It was 3 am, I was trying to get our little one to latch on, and I couldn’t see in the dark. I was beyond tired, he pooped… again, for the seventh time that night, and I was DONE! I began weeping, and then the weeping turned into crying and hard breathing. It hurt SO bad to nurse.
Early that morning, after maybe 3 hours of regularly interrupted sleep, I decided to open up my Bible. I attempted to get some soul food even though every word was blurry and my eyes drooped as I tried tirelessly to stay awake.
God didn’t speak profound words to me.
And I realized, I was back there again, the dreaded FOG.
I whispered in my heart a prayer to the Lord and cried out to Him, “Lord, speak encouragement to me. Change my perspective. Help me to be grateful. Give me your strength to gracefully walk through this season of uncontrollable hormonal emotions and lead me gently.”
“He will tend his flock like a shepherd;
he will gather the lambs in his arms;
he will carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young.”
Isaiah 40:11, ESV
His Spirit spoke gently to me through these verses, but I felt convicted about my attitude towards His abundant gifts.
You see, it’s just like my human nature to frown on abundance when it’s inconvenient or doesn’t feel good.
Here I was engorged with an abundance of milk for my babe, while many can’t even breastfeed. While my 10 lb 5 oz chunky baby had been given the gift of plenty, I didn’t view it as such. I was only looking at what was inconvenient and painful. I was focusing on myself and what feels good in the moment.
And I was convicted.
I knew my attitude needed adjusting. I needed to re-align my mind with the Spirit of God and view things through a lens of gratefulness.
We often times desire more than we have don’t we? But in this circumstance, I was bummed that I had so much!
To put it bluntly, I was discontent that God had given me an over abundance.
So as I sat contemplating this season I was in again, I asked God for a new attitude. One that reflected thankfulness, even toward those good things that seem painful in the moment.