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Babies February 24, 2016

Filed under: General Blog-tastic Writings — Dorothy Lynn @ 2:49 pm
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I had one. Yup, I pushed one out. It was INSANE. seriously that is the best word to use to describe it. But I’m getting a little bit ahead. 

Since I will be at home for quite awhile, both from just simple recovery reasons and because I’m learning how to take care of my daughter, I’m going to do a few posts about different stages of having a kid and being pregnant and share things that people don’t always share. I wanted to do this during my whole pregnancy, but I kind of like having the retrospection now. 

First one:

Pregnancy and giving birth is really really REALLY hard. 

I had a really smooth pregnancy. There were no complications, she was always healthy at checkups, and I was able to work and do things during my entire pregnancy. 

That being said, it was still super hard, and when she was born, and I saw her face for the first time, that hardness didn’t just get forgotten. Maybe I’m the exception to this, but so many moms say,”oh when you see your baby none of that will matter. You will just be so in love!”

I think that’s silly. I remember every single difficulty, and I think that is what makes it so much more special. I’m not going to forget the wicked heartburn and my almost 36 hour labor time or the pain of breastfeeding the first week. Those things are important and I think it is there to remind me that having a kid is a big commitment. 

And yes, the adrenaline and endorphins that were pumping through me when I finally did see her made me ignore certain things, like the blood and pain, but I felt it afterward! 

I’m not trying to be pessimistic or a downer here, but I just see so many moms and pregnant women gushing about the beauty of pregnancy and childbirth, and maybe it is just my personality, but that made me feel really inadequate while I was pregnant. There were only a few people who were really honest with me about how hard it is, and I would rather have that then the sappy memes about how much I will love my baby. 

And now that she is here, I do love her so much. And it is much harder than being pregnant. And I’m going to tell people that because she is worth it.  



Opinions and how to voice them November 6, 2012

I hate that I’m afraid to write what I truly think. I am okay if I can cleverly disguise it in poetry or fiction, but often, I don’t want to write controversial things in a public forum because then it is there forever.
I think I have this fear because I hate conflict. Don’t get me wrong, I am a very argumentative person, but when it comes to real-life, hard conflicting issues, I keep my strong opinions to myself and those who I know won’t judge me or think less of me because I think of those things. I’m not saying that I’m afraid to voice my opinions or share my beliefs if people ask me (just ask anyone who knows me personally, and you’ll see that I’m very open about my life), it’s just that when I’m experiencing something new, or in the middle of a conflict, it takes me a long time to process it, and an even longer time to write about it.
Generally, this blog is for my writing, and I hope someday that it can be a place where my readers can keep up with me and my life. I never really meant for it to be a journal. But the truth is, there are a lot of things that are happening in my life that I don’t share, or even write about, and I can’t figure out why I’m afraid to use these experiences to expand my writing.

For example, last year I worked as a teacher. I taught 3rd and 4th graders, and I learned a lot of things from those crazy kids. I loved them, but honestly, I hated being an elementary teacher. It was one of the hardest years I’ve ever had, and I feel like all I did that year was go to work, grade papers, and worry about if I was actually helping these kids. There were awesome moments, and there were some amazing times when I got to see the effect I had on them, but it was so intimidating being in charge of the education of fourteen children for five days a week.

Another example is when I went to Alaska. I still have hardly written anything about that. I mean, I went to a Tlingit reservation for a month and got to learn about a completely different culture and language and world. It was amazing, and difficult, and heartbreaking. And I love the people that I met there and would go back in a second if I could. But I don’t really know how to use that in my writing. I don’t feel qualified to write about Native Americans because I am not one, and I don’t know what it’s like to grow up on a reservation and be a minority and live in a world where you are part of a country, yet not completely part of its culture and life. I don’t want to write something and misrepresent the people that I love, but I want to write about them because they changed the way that I look at my culture and my country.

The most recent example of this fear to incorporate my current life into my writing is in my relationships. I just started dating someone, and it is definitely a new experience. Like I said earlier, I like to disguise my true feelings and opinions in poetry and fiction. And actually, I only learned to write and share love poems when I took that creative writing class my senior year of college. So admitting to the world that I’m in a romantic relationship is kind of a big step. The people who I am close to in my life know all about my relationships, but other than that, I’m pretty private. But I want to write about it. Not so the whole world can be in my business, but because he is a part of my life, and my relationship with him shapes me, especially since it is a new and strange development. (New and strange because I’m not very experienced in having boyfriends…)

So there, some scary honesty. Much thanks to Poetjena (poetjena.wordpress.com), who always writes nice comments and encouraged me to be more honest in my writing 🙂