We know that modern moms face a lot of pressure to excel and be the best. But being a mom is not just about playing a mom's role - we believe that being a mom is about living life to the fullest and not being constrained to the roles and expectations that society places on them. It's time to let go of the pressure of being a “good mom” and experience what it means to be a cozy mom!
Join us on May 8th to hear from some of the cozy moms who have embraced their unique journeys. Be cozy, be yourself - it's time to take back your mom life!
I first realized I was pregnant right after my husband was sent to boot camp. I was at a loss and didn't know who I was or what I was going to do, and then I found out I was having twins. I was excited and scared. After they were born and seeing them grow up help me know who I am now.
My nipples were constantly sore and bleeding. I would switch sides to let the soreness and wounds heal, but my baby would do the same to the other nipple. I love my baby and always want the best for him, but when the pain was just too much that I even thought to wean him off the breast.
So I had to cut all gluten, dairy, soy, and egg from my diet. I kept staying strong and took care of my family. I kept breastfeeding my son despite the diet change. I even managed to donate over 1000oz to a friend who gave birth 6 days before me to premature twins.
Being under the pressures of being a new mum, getting up for every feed, every nappy change, and being there for my child 24/7. The pressures of living up to people's expectations include "baby is so small, are you even producing breastmilk? And you're fat after giving birth".
I started feeling these signs and symptoms about a month after our beautiful daughter. At first, I kept convincing these are just part of being a new mother. However, when these feelings continue for another 2, 3, 4, and more weeks, I knew that something is not right and I went to see a psychologist.
It was very hard for me alone to care for my twins. I wasn't able to sleep. I was emotionally and physically so tired alone all day with my babies. My husband was working a lot, so being by myself most of the time after a C-section was a nightmare. And I had postpartum depression.
It was a little lonely and tough to do it all by myself. So a lot of it did fall on me. You don’t have a choice. You have somebody who’s relying on you to provide them with food, shelter, warmth and love.
I started skipping pumps when I was busy with students, and soon my body adjusted and started producing less milk. I also struggled to plan ahead when I had busy evenings after work, and let far too many ounces of milk go bad and need dumping. That alone was soul-crushing enough to make me want to give up.