A soft, sad feeling wells up from the pit of my stomach when I start nursing. It’s like when you’re little and staying at a friend’s house where everything feels slightly wrong because it’s different from home. Or when you’re out with people who aren’t close friends and you’re kind of fucked up and it seems like nobody in the world really knows you. It’s like a yearning for somewhere or someone more deeply familiar to me than anything I can think of. There’s a kind of hopelessness to it because whatever I’m missing is too abstract to be attainable.
Your sort-of sad nursing description is just right. For me (at both births) I found it was strongest in the days after birth (very strong, stomach falling and a dull pain in my uterus at the latch) and then trailed away in the months to follow.
Your sort-of sad nursing description is just right. For me (at both births) I found it was strongest in the days after birth (very strong, stomach falling and a dull pain in my uterus at the latch) and then trailed away in the months to follow.
The oatmeal recipe has been added to my list!