Tuesday, July 21, 2015

My Name is Steph and I Have Learned to Dream Again

My name is Steph, and I am learning to dream again.




It was January 2014 that I was privileged to write my story for Jacy’s blog.  

The positive response was uplifting and flattering.  I had appreciated the opportunity to write my story down, and found it was quite revealing to those around me.  But most of all, it was revealing to myself. 
In writing it all down, I realized I spent the previous ten years of my life jumping from one crisis to another.  My twenties had passed by going from knee surgery, to heart surgery, to another knee surgery, to another heart surgery, to marriage, to a pregnancy with heart problems, to being a police family, to a shooting, to depression, to a failing marriage, to another pregnancy, to moving states, to being a law school widow, to another pregnancy with heart problems, to a third heart surgery, to losing my hearing, to hearing aid implant surgery, and my third knee surgery.  Along with the usual financial, educational, relationship, parenting, and career struggles of young adulthood, adding my additional issues had slowly chipped away at parts of my identity.  I hadn’t realized I had lost parts myself along the way.  But I think I have spent the past 18 months making my best attempt to humpty-dumpty the remaining pieces back together again. 

The beginning of 2014 brought writing my story for the “My Name Is” series and my third knee surgery.  The orthopedic surgeon cleaned out cartilage and arthritis and hopefully bought me some reduced pain years before I need a knee replacement.  

The next while I limped around the house and worked my way back to the gym.  My husband would affectionately call me a Zombie after hearing my “step-drag, step-drag” walking pattern on my bad leg. By February I was walking more normally and had hit the milestone of being 3 months out of my BAHA (bone anchored hearing aid) implant surgery.  A small post had been implanted in my skull behind my right ear 3 months prior, and it was now time to see if the post had stabilized in my skull so I could attach a receiver to aid my hearing.

My visit was spent with the audiologist educating me on how to take care of the device, and warning that it can take some time to get used to it.  I have to keep it in a special jar at night to prevent humidity damage, replace the batteries, and brush the post site on my head daily with a toothbrush to keep it clean too.  As is frequent at my doctor visits, I was made aware of my youth as the audiologist complimented me on how great I was at taking the battery in and out of the device.  Most of her patients were elderly and had lost dexterity in their hands, and had much difficulty with the small parts.  Bonus for me!

I feel that with most things in life, everything is better when it’s bedazzled.  Hearing aids included!  So I took the liberty of attaching cute, sparkly nail stickers to it.  If I had to wear a hearing aid, it might as well be cute!  I would rather have it be noticed than try to hide it. Having the hearing aid itself was convenient and helpful, and kind of a fun new experience.  And then the infections started.

A few weeks after my appointment with the audiologist to attach the receiver, I noticed my head implant site was beginning to hurt when I rolled onto it when I slept.  It gradually got worse and my head had become nasty, crusty, and painfully infected.  I took a round of antibiotics, which I don’t love.  Over the next 4 months I had 6 different infections.  It seemed that every few weeks it would flare up, I would get headaches, my head would be very tender, I couldn’t wear the receiver, and I would have to make another visit to the doc.  I tried every natural method I could find, several rounds of different antibiotics, and even changed my diet, but nothing seemed to work long term.  The doc said this wasn’t normal, but it should hopefully stop soon.




I found that adjusting to my hearing aid wasn’t just difficult for me, but was difficult for my kids too.  My daughter came to me and said my hearing aid bothered her because kids at school had told her people with hearing aids were crazy.  I asked her if she thought I was crazy and she said no.  I then suggested she tell her friends her mom has a hearing aid and she isn’t crazy.  Her fabulous reply was, “I will just tell them you are not crazy and you have one of the greatest minds in the world!”  

During the 5th round of antibiotics I had a reaction to the medication.  I woke up at 3 am to cuddle with my toilet bowl as I puked my guts out.  This continued every 20 minutes for the next 6 hours.  I have never done enough sit-ups to make my abs as sore as they were after that night! Eventually, that too passed.



During the time of the recurring infections, I was also going back to the gym.  Because of my knee, I could no longer go out jogging, so my best efforts were focused on getting my leg muscles strong to support my knee and buy me time before more surgery, and also to work hard enough to prevent further heart problems.

I had taken classes at a gym years before, but I was always the girl to slip in the back and make the best attempt to go unnoticed.  This time hiding in the back was no longer an option, and I became the front row kind of gal.  With the loud music I can’t always hear what the instructor says, and I found I have to be close enough I can watch their lips, or just see what they are doing so I can follow them.  Plus, my two youngest kids go to the gym daycare, and I need to be able to see if they come to get me to change a diaper because I can’t hear them either.  Ironically, I also found that I sometimes have to wear ear plugs during class.  Depending on the pitch of the music, it can make the tinnitus (constant ringing) in my bad ear worse.  So I got some cool custom ear plugs that help out.  They are bright red, because if my hearing aid is fancy, my ear plugs should be too!  

When starting back to the gym after knee surgery, I went to cycling class first.  It was recommended by my cardiologist because it can be a difficult high endurance exercise, and my orthopedic surgeon allowed it because it is low impact and helps my arthritis.  It was a good way to get my strength back, but I found it provided more than that during those months of rehab and infections.

During cycling class the lights are turned off, and the music is turned up.  You are in a class with other people, but it is also a time when you can feel very individual.  I started to find myself getting lost in my own thoughts and emotions during class.  Exercising had always been my own form of self-therapy.  Running was no longer an option, so cycling was the replacement.

One day in cycling class the instructor was walking around the room.  She is fun and sassy, and often teases/motivates people to push themselves.  I hadn’t noticed I was pedaling my heart out and had put my head down in exhaustion.  She came over and teasingly asked, “Are you praying? Or are you pedaling?”  I smiled and said I was just trying to keep breathing!  But after that, I realized I hadn’t necessarily been praying, but I had been getting lost in thoughts that I had spent a long time avoiding.

For some reason, being there in the dark, surrounded by the music, dripping sweat, and pedaling my heart out…it made me feel free.  Free for thoughts to surface.  Thoughts I had ignored for a decade.  Thoughts of my cardiologist telling me I had to exercise to avoid more surgery.  Replaying the moment the doc told me I could drop dead.  My frustration with my hearing aid, and the ongoing struggle of infections.  Sometimes I was simply furious that I felt like I was broken…so I pedaled harder.  I was sad for myself that I would never be “normal” again…so I pedaled harder.  Sometimes I was grateful to just be alive…so I pedaled harder.  Most of the time I was pedaling harder because I was determined I was not going to let my bad heart, hearing loss, emotional scars, or my bad knee ruin my life.  I started going to other types of classes too and found that you’d be surprised how many push-ups you can do when you are having crazy emotional thoughts in your head!  It’s quite the motivator! For the first time in ten years I had allowed myself to actually have these thoughts.  And after an hour of exercising and thinking through them-- I felt better.   I was taking control of the pain and emotions I had subdued for so long.  I pedaled faster because I refused to die.  I refused to have another surgery.  I was doing my best to refuse to let my physical ailments, personal pity party, and emotional scars control my life.  It was hard, but it felt good!

My youngest kiddo turned 2 in the spring and my husband and I debated if we should have more children.  I had been told that my condition of having 2 AV nodes in my heart could be worsened by hormonal changes such as pregnancy or menopause.  I had also been warned that weight gain, and the ligament loosening hormones of a pregnancy could wreak havoc on my knee.  It was a calculated risk with uncertain results, but we decided we would see if I could have just one more kid.

Just after we made that decision, and I had completed another round of antibiotics for my head, I spiked a fever of 103 and had severe head pain.  I went to my doc, who quickly sent me to the ER where I spent a lovely day of medications and IV fluids.  Luckily, it wasn’t meningitis and was just a simple virus.  But I was really surprised at how many weeks it took me to really recover my strength.  I felt like the physical strength I had once taken great pride in had left me, and I must have been weakened not just by the virus, but by all the challenges of the previous years.

A short while later we were pregnant.  This pregnancy ended in an early miscarriage, and I was disappointed but not surprised since most people have at least one miscarriage.  My husband and I briefly debated again if we should really have another child and decided to give it a few months.  A few weeks later we were pregnant again, and this time it stuck.

The typical morning sickness ensued.  Nearing the end of my first trimester I noticed myself getting short of breath suddenly, or a choking feeling arising in my throat.  I knew it was my heart again.  I started carrying my trusty Beta blocker medication all the time to treat the symptoms and got an appointment to go back and see my heart surgeon.

The cardiologist informed me there were two possible outcomes.  My symptoms were something simply aggravated by pregnancy that could be treated with medication and exercise and should go away after the baby is born, or it is my heart defect acting up and I would have to decide if I wanted surgery.  This surgery would be riskier than my previous ones because my extra AV node is right next to the one I am supposed to have.  There is a chance they could zap the good AV node when trying to fix the bad one and that would mean a pacemaker for me, or the highly unlikely, but possible-- death.  To diagnose exactly what was going on I was ordered to wear a heart monitor for the next 30 days.  
The monitor was sent to me by mail, and a nice lady called to give me instructions on how to use it.  I had to stick 3 gel electrodes on my left side and 1 on my right.  There were wires that snapped onto the electrodes and then led to a 6 inch recording device of sorts.  There was also a large cell phone/transmitter that I had to keep within 10 feet of myself at all times to transmit the recordings.   At first I thought it was kind of neat, but then it got a bit annoying.  

The month I wore the monitor I also got another infection on my head.  Sleep was hard to come by with having to wear an ECG receiver, a pregnant belly emerging, ECG leads attached all across my body, and an infected head.   Every few days I had to replace the ECG electrodes, but even with moving their placement, they began to give me bleeding and itching sores.  I was quite the ornery pregnant lady that month.  It was during that time I really began to feel like I was a walking train wreck.  I started referring to myself as “sickly” and my husband told me I needed to stop referring to myself that way.  He was right, but I wasn’t sure how to stop, because it was how I felt.

I began to feel the weight of how exhausted I was with dealing with all of it.  Several unpredictable crises had occurred in my life, but I had always just moved on to the next crisis.  This time, I was realizing my issues were now chronic, and something I would deal with daily the rest of my life.  I knew how lucky I was to have the medicine to help me, a family that loved me, and happiness in my daily life.  But I was simply tired of feeling like I was broken, and doubted it would ever get better.  I was tired of seeing the doctor.  I was tired of having infections.  I was tired of attaching a hearing aid receiver every day.  I was tired of not being able to go running. I was tired of being reminded everyday of what had occurred in the past, and the physical limitations I now had.  I was just tired.

One night my husband and I were chatting about random things about the future.  We spoke of where we thought we might live, what we might do, what we thought our kids might do etc.  He then asked me what I wanted to do.  I paused briefly, and then I melted into tears.  I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.  Actually, I still had deep down hopes of things I wanted, but I felt so much had been taken away from me that I simply could not believe I could ever say what I wanted again.  I wasn’t unhappy with my life, but I felt my time for hopes and dreams had passed.

After that, I started dodging doctor appointments.  I felt bad for my son when he got an ear infection, but was relieved I had a good excuse to call and cancel my own doctor appointment.  I just didn’t want to go to another doctor, or pay another co-pay, or be told I had another infection.  I was done.

I don’t have it in me to be completely neglectful, so I did keep up on my OB appointments.  After my month of heart monitoring my OB enforced my going in for my cardiology follow-up.  My cardiologist is a very nice, and highly sought after specialist.  I have never been to his office when it wasn’t so crowded we had to sit in the hall to wait.  Which is why I wasn’t surprised, and my doctor- dodging self was relieved, when I got a call that he was overbooked and my appointment would be pushed back another two weeks.



I have always had the tendency to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.  I generally find keeping a positive attitude and thinking through all the possibilities can get you through most anything.  I believe that ignoring problems or not being prepared for the possible bad things doesn’t help.  As the rescheduled cardiology appointment approached, I began to stop ignoring reality and really think through the decisions I might have to make.  Depending on the results of the ECG, I could have a few more months with heart problems that would likely subside after my baby was born, or I would have to decide whether or not to undergo a risky surgery.  I wasn’t sure what I should do.  In the past, I felt I had faced these kinds of decisions and doctor visits with bravery.  But I was too tired for bravery.  It was the first time I was broken down enough to admit how scared I was.  My hearing aid, knee arthritis, and heart problems made me feel prematurely aged.  I didn’t want a pacemaker.  I didn’t want to die.  I also didn’t want to live my life feeling sorry for myself, and I was afraid another heart surgery would push me over the edge.

A week after my 30th birthday my husband and I headed to my heart doc.  As usual, we were forced to sit in the hall for nearly 2 hours waiting.  When we finally got to go in, I was exhausted with anticipation.  The doctor pleasantly walked in and explained I had the best case scenario.  I was stunned!  I was so used to the worst happening, I was blindsided by having the best outcome.  He told me I could manage my symptoms during pregnancy with hydration, sleep, diet, medication, and exercise.  After the baby was born, my symptoms will go away.   This round of heart symptoms was not pleasant, but if I managed it well, it wasn’t life threatening.  I would not need surgery.  He told me I would need to continue to exercise…and exercise hard, to keep my heart in check for the rest of my life.  He smiled and teasingly said he wouldn’t mind seeing me again as a social visit.  But as far as my heart was concerned--I would never need to see him again. Then he shook my hand and said, “Go live a normal life.”  It took all my strength to hold back the tears and utter a simple, “thank you.”





It’s hard for me to believe it was less than a year ago the doctor told me that.  My fourth baby was born three months ago and I am no longer having problems with my heart.  I have lost much of the baby weight, but the strain from the pregnancy and the extra pounds I still have definitely take its toll on my knee.  My hearing aid post had been infection free for several months, but it recently flared up again.  As a last resort, I have to take one month worth of medication and if it doesn’t work there is a chance I will need to have the post in my skull surgically removed.  It’s not pleasant, but I deal with it.  Most days I still go to the gym, but my time spent in crazy emotional thoughts while exercising has significantly reduced.  I have faced those emotions and fears now, and they no longer haunt me.  

When my cardiologist told me I could live a normal life, he didn’t  really notice my hearing loss and didn’t know about my joint problems, so his definition of a “normal” life is likely different than mine.  I really haven’t felt normal since I was 18 and my first cardiologist told me I was at risk for dropping dead.  But I have a new normal.  A new future.

Someday I would love to go on a fishing trip with my husband, own a lake house or a cabin, learn a foreign language, see my kids as happy adults, visit Europe, go on a mission for my church, have a home my kids want to invite their friends to, or just have a house that stays clean for more than 5 minutes.  I love studying infectious diseases, and reading nerdy historical biographies of plagues.  I dream of going to medical school, becoming a doctor, and traveling with Doctors Without Borders to help those in Africa, or maybe working with Operation Smile.  I dream that knee replacement technology will advance enough I can someday run a marathon like I always wanted.  The point is—I can dream again.


Sometimes difficult things happen.  Sometimes difficult things happen over, and over, and over.  I take a lot of pride in the challenges my husband and I have been through.  And for a long time, I defined who I was as a person by what my challenges were.  But now I know that there is value in not letting our challenges, past, or weaknesses be what defines us.  

I have a young family that is my priority, so I don’t know if it will ever be the right time for me to get a medical education, travel, or do any of the things I dream of.  But I do I know each day I will be attaching a hearing aid to my head, raising four kids, and  working hard to keep my heart healthy.  I will likely have a knee replacement before I am 40, and hope I get to keep my skull hearing aid implant.  A portion of my time will have to be spent taking care of my chronic issues, but those ailments will not be what define who I am or what I dream of.  It’s not a glamorous life, but it’s my own normal.  I can now name the things I hope, and dream for.  I am no longer crippled by fear of future crisis, or feelings of being forever damaged and broken.   That is true triumph to me.


My name is Steph and I have learned to dream again.  


*Steph, you are beautiful and amazing and so incredibly brave! Thank you for example of never giving up and for continually triumphing over really difficult things! I love you and am so honored to call you my friend :)

To read more of the amazing "My Name is" pieces, go HERE :)

For a more personal look into Steph's life, watch this:

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Friday, July 17, 2015

Paul Parkin's "The Transformative Nature of Empathy"

Today I want you to meet my friend Paul Parkin.

Well, actually, he started as Seth's teacher at University of Utah 3 years ago and after every class, Seth would come back with a new perspective on things. He'd talk about what he had learned that day, and how amazing it was! I think Seth would willingly say that this class on relationships and empathy changed his life… and because he enjoyed it all so much, I knew I had to meet this teacher!

I met Paul over the phone last summer, and in person last fall at The Togetherness Project's fall conference in Midway, Utah.

His opening keynote presentation was incredible. INCREDIBLE. So much so that his class afterwards was standing room only. Women were sitting in the aisles, and lined along the back wall. A room housed for 100 people probably had 140 smashed in there. It was a hot, sweaty, CROWDED mess :) But everyone left the room with the same expression on their face, and pretty much the same words of "That. Was. Great!"

Because of that, Paul will be back at our fall conference this year by POPULAR demand :)

So what's he all about?

Watch and see! You will not be disappointed!

p.s. I post a lot of this stuff to my Facebook page…. Follow along if you'd like :)


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Dare to try!



I grew up with a father known around town as a "serial entrepreneur". 

He's a dreamer, yes, but more than that, he's a creator. 

I remember when he finally had the resources to open his "dream shop"- a high(er) end guitar store in our small hometown. It was more like an art gallery, but for musicians. He put on free concerts for the community inside and hosted guitar camps where professionals and amateurs from all over the U.S. would gather. Really, he created a place musicians wanted to be. I'll never forget the day when he had to clearance every single thing in the Guitar Gallery, empty the shelves and walls, clean the lease space, and lock the doors forever with a sign that said "Out of business". He had given it everything he could, for as long as he possibly could, but it just wasn't enough.  His dream job had become something far from "financially successful", as well as something that had lost him a significant amount of money. I would imagine he was embarrassed and angry that it just didn't work (even though he never said that to me) but the incredible thing about my dad is the fact that it never kept him from trying again. 

I think this is where I get my motivation from, my willingness to at least TRY. Whether it's a business venture, getting remarried, putting together a big conference and hoping enough people come to cover the high cost (The Togetherness Project), I've seen first hand, by the example of my dad, that's it's incredible when it works, yes, but it's also OKAY when it doesn't. Because that's not what defines us. It won't mean that we are failures. It just means we have to get back up and never let disappointment, embarrassment, a dose of humility, whatever, keep us from trying to always do what we love! 

That being said, I'm excited to say that I have SOLD OUT of my life coaching spots! I am so excited for this new adventure! I'm grateful these brave ladies believe in themselves enough to try something new, and I'm humbled that they are giving me a chance to join them on their journey. 

For those who are interested, I'll be adding more clients in September so if you'd like to secure your spot NOW (as they are limited!), email me {jacyleeclemons@gmail.com} and visit my new website for more details at: ILLUME LIFE

xoxo

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Togetherness Conference Registration is NOW OPEN!



As more and more tragic stories of heartbreak, betrayal, and even broken families surface due to the presence of pornography addiction and/or infidelity in their relationships, the most brave and resilient of women are taking a stand!  

We are uniting, we are speaking out, and we are weathering the storm and searching for peace, together.


The Togetherness Project is a nonprofit organization (501(c)(3)) that empowers women to rise above these unexpected hardships by providing encouragement, education and community.  


We are a movement of trailblazers aiming to dispel the shame and isolation commonly felt, by replacing it with courage and sisterhood. So, whoever you are, whatever your age, or wherever you are in the process of uncertainty (recovering with your partner, healing after divorce, in the strangeness of 'limbo', or trying to figure out what it all means in your life), join us at our semi-annual women's conference.  By taking this courageous step forward, you will not only experience a day full of rich content that will help you heal, but you will also have the unique opportunity to connect with other women who, just like you, are seeking understanding and a place to be understood. 

REGISTER HERE: The Togetherness Project

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

My New Adventure: LIFE COACHING & GIVEAWAY!



For a while now, I've been hinting that I've been working on something really awesome… and I am FINALLY ready to share it with all of you! Yay!

In the last 3 years, since starting this blog and opening up on Facebook about my life changes and challenges, I have been contacted by hundreds of women from all over the United States (and other parts of the world, too). As each and every email/FB message came in, I read your stories and I would laugh, I would cry, I would learn from you, and I would try to answer every question you had for me with honesty, dignity and class. I would offer you the tools that I had used in my own personal path to healing, staying up until the wee hours of the morning to ensure I responded to each and every one of you.

Then more emails came in… and even more… until pretty soon there just wasn't enough time in the day for me to respond to them all (given that I am a wife and momma first, and director of The Togetherness Project second). This made it so that many of your messages are still in my "to respond to" folder and I am now over 7 months behind. This breaks my heart because you are worthy of a response from me… your stories and hardships and question matter to me… you matter to me

Along the way, however, I realized that I had a passion for helping other people in a one-to-one setting, as my life experiences have given me a very unique approach. As I explored my options of how I can be the best of help to those who reach out, I felt that going back to a university and becoming a therapist didn't  quite "fit" my personality, nor did it highlight my strengths as much. So, I went another direction and decided to visit with a few life coaches and then the light just clicked!


I WANTED TO BE A LIFE COACH!


So, I invested quite a bit of cash and got my training on! Because of the work I do on this blog and with The Togetherness Project, I was accepted into the Arbinger Coaching Program and began the wonderful journey of personally being life coached, and learning to life coach others using Arbinger methods. Those 7 months of training were a life changing experience (to say the least) and I am now ready to share those tools with all of you! Being a life coach will now allow me the opportunity to connect with you on a deeper, more personal, level and help you rediscover the power and beauty and strength that lies within you!

So, I am excited to say that beginning August 3rd, 2015, I will be taking my first limited set of clients!

HOORAY!

And because of this exciting new adventure in my life, I thought it would be fun to do a GIVEAWAY and offer ONE woman a chance to experience the "Illume Life" 6 week coaching package FREE OF CHARGE!



Let's figure out what your talents are, what drives you, where you thrive and let's DO SOMETHING REMARKABLE with those things! Let's work on healing your heart if it's broken. Let's work on regaining confidence in who you are as a woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter, employee, girlfriend, human being, etc. Let's work on improving your relationships by starting with the one person you can control- YOU! Let's get unstuck in the places you feel stuck. Let's explore the areas where you can be better. Let's strategize how to date if you're single. Let's work on flushing out the toxicity and resentments that are weighing you down. Let's rise above that icky divorce with grace and class if you're in that situation. Let's get daring and try something out of your comfort zone. Let's set goals and accomplish them together. Let's overcome the things that feel like they are going to destroy us. LET'S ILLUME LIFE!

"Illume Life" package includes:


  • Six 60-minute phone or Skype sessions
  • Book recommendations
  • Weekly challenges
  • Email support in between sessions if needed

To be eligible: 


  • You must be a woman 
  • You must speak English (I'm not bilingual although, I wish I was :) 
  • You must be willing and ready to dig down deep, genuinely wanting to better your life

How to enter:



  • Email me at jacyleeclemons@gmail.com 
  • Subject {LIFE COACHING GIVEAWAY} 
  • Tell me a little bit about you and why you'd like this opportunity!
  • Admissions must be submitted by Sunday July 12th at midnight.


We'll discover, together, that happiness, beauty and love exist-- even when life doesn't go as planned.


So hurry up and join me! Spots are LIMITED!


For more details, check my new ILLUME LIFE COACHING website :)


I am SO excited I could BURST!

xoxo




Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Forgiveness Isn't About Forgetting...

This short film brought me to tears. 

There are still times in my life that the act of forgiveness just seems impossible. 


The pain is too great.


The hurt is too much. 


So in those instances "forgiveness" is just a word, a mere idea, rather than something actually doable. 


Thanks to my amazing dad {who is always trying to better the world} and the other co-founders at 3Gaps, he has helped produce a library of inspiring videos that will ultimately help all of us find serenity, balance and harmony in the midst of chaos – what Hyrum has always called – Inner Peace. 


Please watch and share this powerful video about Forgiveness… it will touch your heart, I promise… because forgiveness, even in the most difficult of circumstances, IS possible.




Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Positive Change Begins With Us



I usually don't post my opinion on highly controversial topics-- especially on social media-- but I just have to say something. Here's the skinny: I've never really been comfortable with breastfeeding. Perhaps it stems from the fact that nursing hasn't been part of my life, like, ever. I don't have a big family, I don't have nieces or nephews on my side, so it's just not something I was around very much.

When my oldest son was born, it didn't take long for me to discover that I didn't enjoy nursing at all. My breasts weren't cooperative and, quite frankly, I felt weird doing it. I can't explain why I felt this way (because we're told that nursing is supposed to be/feel natural and a bonding experience) but I just felt extremely uncomfortable. After 6 weeks of an honest attempt, along with a horrible experience and a lot of maternal guilt, I found the courage to quit and it turned out to be the best decision for me, my baby, and my family at the time. 7 years later, in preparation for Baby Julian to get here, I went through the exact same guilt and found hardly any supportive information for mother's who choose to formula feed from the get-go. Because of what I had read and the "breast is best only" approach at the classes I had attended, I was overwhelmed with feelings that I must be a selfish mother with something seriously wrong with me because I'm not choosing to nurse-- and even worse, because I don't WANT to nurse. However, with Seth's total support, I stuck to my decision and bottle-fed Baby Julian from the moment he was born. I didn't try nursing once, nor did I pump an ounce. Again, this was the best decision for me, my baby and my family at the time.

I give you that background because a few weeks ago, we went on a date to Smash Burger and there was a woman sitting across from me nursing her (probably) 10 month old baby. Her spaghetti strap tank top was pulled completely down off her shoulder, and her entire breast but the nipple itself was exposed. Her baby would suckle, then stop and look around and the feeding probably lasted 45 minutes. The mother seemed so comfortable while I, on the other hand, was not 100% comfortable with an exposed breast in my peripheral. But I didn't mention it to anyone and went about our date. I asked Seth on the drive home if he noticed it and what he thought about it. We then started talking about how we would have approached this sort of situation had our 7 year old son been there (which I wish he would have been). We had good conversation of the importance of being honest with our children and not shaming them, or anyone else.

Fast forward to today. An article popped up about how nursing women should cover up while feeding in public. I usually don't get involved because I don't nurse, I'm not against breastfeeding in public, and I don't like to read these types of articles because they are written with intent to create a stir... but I was a little interested this time because of my recent experience at Smash Burger. So I read the article… and then I made the mistake of reading the comments. This is what I gathered from it all: nursing mothers are gross, rude and disrespectful if they don't cover up and anyone who may be uncomfortable with uncovered nursing must have deeper issues, are perverted idiots, and are too stupid to understand basic human anatomy.

And now I'm sitting here, totally FLABBERGASTED, thinking "What in the good hell are we doing to each other? And WHY? What. Is. The. Point?"

It's clear that our motive in all of this is to prove to ourselves, to our friends on FB, to the world, to anyone who will listen to us, that OUR way is the RIGHT way. We so desperately want to be "RIGHT" that we will do whatever it takes to get people on our side, to force them to understand why we think the way we do and all the reasons why they're foolish for thinking the way they do. This whole mentality sends shivers down my spine because with 7 billion people walking on Planet Earth, there simply cannot be one right way to live... Right?

Just because I wasn't entirely comfortable in Smash Burger doesn't mean that I am over sexualizing anything, or that I must have "deeper issues", or that I am perverted idiot who clearly doesn't understand the purpose of breasts. It just means that I wasn't raised in that environment and so, it's not something that comes as naturally for me… I didn't feel comfortable even nursing my own babies…. and you know what? That's okay! I'm not a bad, dumb person for feeling that way. And it also doesn't mean that the nursing mother without a coverall is gross, rude or disrespectful for nourishing her baby the way that works for the two of them. It's okay! She's not a bad, inconsiderate person. Just like I have my reasons for feeling the way I do, and doing things the way I do, so does she. And I'm willing to bet my left arm that if someone sat down and genuinely got to know me and the reasons why I didn't nurse, and her about why she was nursing uncovered, they would get reasonable answers that would probably make sense. Maybe not the kind of sense to do it the exact same way, but enough for people to stop and think before making harsh assumptions and trying to prove to everyone that OUR way is the RIGHT way.

The real tragedy here is not if nursing mothers use a cover up, or if Billy voted democrat, or if your neighbor wears yoga pants in public every single day of the year…. it's that in effort to be right about everything all the time, we're losing sight of what really matters: basic human-kindness. We're spending so much time and energy believing that once everyone around us changes, everything will magically be better and we will all get along. And in the mean time, we're ditching dignity and class and we're becoming downright attacking and mean.

But the truth is… it has always and will always start with us. If we switch the focus from others being wrong to how we can be better human beings, and actually WORK ON THAT, we will notice a positive difference in our daily lives, in our relationship with others, in how we view others, and in how we feel about ourselves.

I believe that positive change begins with us.

(And as you can see, this post really isn't about breastfeeding- covered or not… so let's not even go there :)
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