Before I had a child, I was a pretty modest person. When Leighton's birth loomed on the horizon, I had fears of being exposed to a whole room of people whilst in childbirth, I had fears of my mother folding my underwear during her stay to help out after the baby was born... normal me stuff.
However, after you've actually had a child and had to endure the constant flow of people in and out of your room while you are fully revealed, you've "whipped a boob out" in public to breastfeed, you've adopted the I-don't-care post-child attitude, you know you're at the point when modesty is gone and has become a luxury you lost a while ago.
Conversations about poop and puke are no longer off limits at the dinner table, you talk freely about your maimed body (as I have done in previous blogs), you just don't really care anymore...
After having a second child and things have been "out there" once again, I'm feeling as though no topic about my body or my baby experiences are off limits. Things that would make some other people blush have become regular topics of conversation at play dates. Only other mothers can talk freely about the horrors they have endured and continue to endure so talk it out, share your horror stories, and be proud of the sacrifices you have made!
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Cyndi M. Frick
This lifestyle blog is my outlet to share and advise about the things I love. I always have an opinion!