Death of a Perfectionist

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I admit it – I am a reformed perfectionist. The first time I wrote a prologue I re-wrote it hundreds of times until it was ‘perfect’. That is not an exaggeration by the way, literally hundreds of times – on a manual typewriter no less! I had flirted with the idea of ditching my perfectionism – after all if the prologue was anything to go by it would have probably taken me 50 years to get anything substantial on paper. And deep down I knew that perfectionists are always disappointed because they always fail. Nothing is ever completely perfect. But in my heart of hearts I never abandoned the perfectionist agenda I just got better at internalising it.

And in the end it was Riley’s birth that killed off my perfectionism once and for all. Because I ‘failed’ and what I thought were three pretty important things: I didn’t have a natural birth (emergency c-section), breastfeeding was a real struggle and I got the baby blues as soon as I came home. But the beauty of it was I actually didn’t care — because there she was – happy and healthy – my good goog.

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http://www.unlikelymama.com Amber

Ok, I think we had the same new baby experience. My body kicked Alexa out 10 weeks early…so not only did I miss out on my ALL NATURAL birthing center birth, I had an emergency c-section. Then the boobies didn’t work (we’re still haven’t issues), and I’ve had some pretty bad postpartum anxiety/PTSD from childbirth. UGH.

That being said, it worked the same magic on me. No longer do I obsess about the house being perfect or whatever other thing that used to drive me batty. I play with her allllll day and she couldn’t care less about the dust bunnies as long as she’s dry, fed, and loved
http://www.goodgoog.com zoeyspeak

Same but in reverse – my little one was late, late late!! By about 10 days so I had to be induced and then the little monkey made everything difficult for everyone by hanging on to the cord and also having her hand on her head so they couldn’t put a probe on to monitor her heartbeat.

Breastfeeding difficulties makes everything else so much more difficult. Particularly in the beginning because you have to feed them all the time. As much as I wanted to breastfeed I used to really dread when feeding time rolled around.