I have never been to nursing school or had any formal training as a doula or midwife. I am not a child psychologist or family counselor. I’m not an expert in pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding or raising kids.
I have been pregnant 5 times, birthed 6 babies, breastfed all of them, and am now raising five boys and a little princess. So, I guess I know a thing or two.
Perhaps I know a bit about transitioning from the honeymoon “it’s-all-about-us” phase to the “oh my gosh, we’re having a baby” and “surprise, there are two! now what do we do?” shock of a lifetime.
I could know a bit about very little time spent “dating” before you had virtually no together time when the babies and diapers came into the picture. Or, about how important it is to make time for each other. Now, even more than before.
Mastitis and engorgement are no strangers to this mama… I know both well, but found many ways to curb the pain and discomfort.
Oh, and I’ve weaned 6 babies, potty-trained 5 (well, Ben trained himself, but…), have worn babies in various contraptions, can stave off a kiddo’s cough, make the boo-boo all better, and know the most effective way to show love and discipline to each of my six very different mannered children.
But, I’m no expert.