Nurse until you cry.

I popped over to Pumproom Confessions yesterday and saw a button on the sidebar that said “Breastfeeding shouldn’t be a downer.” As I am ever interested in the world of nursing, I clicked on it. It led me to a website for Dysphroic Milk Ejection Reflex. Suddenly I was reading account after account from women who experienced the same thing I do when nursing.

I love to nurse, the closeness is amazing and I am a long term advocate of it. So I found it a bit dismaying that each time I sat down to nurse my son I would suddenly be overcome with a deep wave of despair. It would punch me right in the stomach and sit there for a minute to two. I told myself it was mild post partum depression. I told myself it was a reaction to finally sitting down and not distracting myself from my grief over a departed friend. I didn’t connect it with my milk letting down. I didn’t connect it with nursing at all, even though it happened every time I sat down to do it. I just figured it was something else. I never knew it was a documented condition that afflicted other moms as well.

I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to me that I am a) not alone, b) not insane c) not imagining it. I feel so much better simply knowing that there is a physical reason for those moments of despair, and that there are people researching it to see if there is something that can be done. Clearly some wire in my brain is crossed. Evolutionarily it makes sense to have pleasurable emotions released when your milk lets down, not despairing ones.

If you are a nursing mother, and you feel inexplicably sad, anxious, angry, or depressed for short intense periods while nursing, check out the website on D-MER. Breastfeeding is challenging enough without having to battle intense and nebulous emotional demons along with it. I feel so much better simply knowing more about the problem, and I would bet you will too.

13

I was walking past the mental hospital the other day (I know you know the one I mean), and all the patients were shouting ,’13….13….13′.

The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what was going on.

Some crazy idiot poked me in the eye with a stick.

Then they all started shouting ’14….14….14’…

(Sent to me by a friend… Thank you Laura for the laugh!)

A brief Hiatus…

Well… it turns out we are moving back to Denver on the 30th of June. Therefore I will be in the middle of packing, arranging the move, and job hunting for the next two weeks. I will try and pop in with comments and updates, but I doubt I will have much of substance to say.
So it may be a while before you see me again. I will be back though, so don’t go too far.

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