couples_therapy | 47.5. Doubt (from Week 17)
Thursday, 8 January 2009 07:12 pm47.5. Doubt (from Week 17)
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Tara was trying to remain calm and keep her emotions in check. It wasn’t an easy thing to pull off when you had enough hormones raging through your body that wanted to make you just sit and cry without stopping. By now, she was starting to really doubt her ability as a mother. Not only was her son not wanting a bar of her feeding him, holding him felt awkward and not at all natural like she was led to believe it would. But at least she could hold him now she got the strength back in her arms after the coma. Lachlan had bought her one of those trendy baby slings too so she could nurse him even if she was feeling tired. That had helped the hurdle she had of even just holding him for short periods of time, but now it was the breastfeeding. Maybe he just preferred a bottle because she was going to really suck at being a mother?
( She kept her arms hugged securely around the little bundle he made, even in the swathe of soft blankets. He was so small and although she remembered how damn painful it was to push him out of her, he didn’t look like he should have hurt much at all... )
Word Count | 1,265
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Tara was trying to remain calm and keep her emotions in check. It wasn’t an easy thing to pull off when you had enough hormones raging through your body that wanted to make you just sit and cry without stopping. By now, she was starting to really doubt her ability as a mother. Not only was her son not wanting a bar of her feeding him, holding him felt awkward and not at all natural like she was led to believe it would. But at least she could hold him now she got the strength back in her arms after the coma. Lachlan had bought her one of those trendy baby slings too so she could nurse him even if she was feeling tired. That had helped the hurdle she had of even just holding him for short periods of time, but now it was the breastfeeding. Maybe he just preferred a bottle because she was going to really suck at being a mother?
( She kept her arms hugged securely around the little bundle he made, even in the swathe of soft blankets. He was so small and although she remembered how damn painful it was to push him out of her, he didn’t look like he should have hurt much at all... )
Word Count | 1,265