Disclosure: I received two samples of Mamatea for review. The opinions below are entirely my own.
We often hear about certain tea blends that are great to drink while you’re pregnant or nursing, but have you actually tried them? They’re not very pleasant! I have to admit, I’m more of a coffee drinker than a tea drinker. I think that’s because I had never tried mamatea.
Today, I’d like to introduce you to Dr. Jessica Michaelson. I’m so happy to have her here to write about a topic that I struggled over – deciding to have another baby after a postpartum mood disorder. If you’re currently making that decision, I hope you’ll find this post very helpful. Thank you, Dr.!
And by miss it, I mean I might miss this. A Little. If I ever stop getting excited about not being pregnant long enough to think about this, then maybe I’d miss it.
I might miss having my hand resting nonchalantly on my ginormous baby bump and feeling a tiny little foot rub all the way across my belly. It’s simultaneously the weirdest and coolest thing ever.
As I was sitting in C’s room waiting for him to fall asleep, it occurred to me that I am not at all nervous about having this baby. Flashback to two years ago – I was almost panicky thinking about my upcoming birth. I’m slightly shocked that I’m not concerned about this one. My birth with C was quite traumatic and resulted in an emergency c-section. I expected to be a bundle of nerves for any future birth experience.
Yesterday was a particularly difficult day for C and me. I was experiencing a ton of very painful contractions, and he was testing limits like WHOA. Here are some of the things that actually came out of my mouth yesterday:
- Don’t punch mama in the eye.
- It’s not nice to head butt mama in the belly.
- Stop kicking me in the face.
- Why are you touching your butt hole?
- We don’t eat food by the toilet, especially while mama is using it.
- That won’t plug into mama’s face.
And then there was the moment when I was leaning over the exercise ball, working through an excruciating contraction with back pain and he kept slapping my back over and over. I couldn’t speak to tell him to stop. The result? My 2-year-old made me cry.