parenting, in my experience, is one long string of second guessing yourself. no one really knows what is the 'best' way to do any of it, so you more or less go along, doing the best you can, and hoping that you're not irreversibly fucking your kid up. say your kid won't pick up their toys: do you power struggle about it? just pick the damn things up? pick them up and throw them out? or say they are fussing in their bed. do you go in right away? do you sleep with them? do you let them fuss a little bit and THEN go in? do you let them scream it out? there are like 87,456 options and NO ONE CAN TELL YOU WHAT IS BEST. it's highly alarming, to say the least.
for me, up to this point, the only exception to this has been breastfeeding. the ONE thing i could do for my kid where i was like, hey. i got this. i am definitely doing it right. boobs solve 100% of a baby's problems. and, bonus points, it's super super good for them, and i could eat as much cake as i wanted and not get fat. now, it's broke. the only thing that i never questioned about my parenting has a goddamn flat tire, or dead battery, or something. it doesn't work anymore. and now i have to worry about the baby's diet. i hate this.
additionally i am starting to get angry. when i spend 25 minutes pumping, and 10 minutes cleaning all the stupid tiny pump parts, and then the baby STILL NEEDS TO EAT, so then i spend 15 minutes giving her a damn bottle, i'm like this is the SAME thing that comes out of my boobs. only with approximatelly 17 times more labor. and its making me mad.
these are my thoughts on day 7.