Posts tagged mommyhood
Posts tagged mommyhood
You know those moments that put things into perspective? Things seems so out of whack, and then bam that moment happens and FINALLY some clarity! That moment was captured in this picture.
Life is not ideal right now. I do not have a job and the job hunt is much more exhausting than I could have ever imagined. My baby girl is popping out teeth left and right and she is in so much pain, breaks my heart. Slimmy has extra stress because, well I am ALWAYS around now and he rarely gets a break from his lady loves-and again I don’t have a job so I am sure that weighs on him as well.
This transition has been interesting, never easy, but always rewarding. Marriage is tough in itself, but a new marriage and a baby right away can make things so beyond chaotic. We are doing it though, and doing it well too!
Some days I am frustrated with my marriage. We are not always on the same page or in sync and the lack of sleep from being new parents has us pitted against each other at times.
Some days I am frustrated with myself. I want to be a better wife and mother, I don’t have it all figured out yet. It’s an awful place to want to do more for your family, but your too exhausted to put your thoughts into actions.
Some days being a mom is heartbreaking. When you are blessed with a kid who literally only cries when she is hungry or needs to be changed, when she cries because she is in pain-it is almost unbearable.
I think a lot, I worry more, I am fully aware of this, but every now and then one of those moments that I was talking about happens and suddenly you can let out a sigh of relief.
When my friend Rebeccah sent over this teaser shot from our family photo shoot, she probably had no idea she was also giving me peace of mind. Despite the fact that my world is in chaos, that shot of my beautiful daughter and husband stopped my whole world and forced me to be thankful.
Thankful that I get to see them smile everyday, thankful that both of their smiles are contagious, so no matter what I am smiling a lot as well. Thankful that me and Slimmy, regardless of issues, stay united as a team and committed to each other and talk often about adding to our family.
Thankful for the past, and the present and extremely hopeful for the future. We are not perfect by any means but imperfectly perfect looks good on us!
The Sound of your heartbeat is amazing! Still gives me goosebumps! I think soon we will be ready to create another little heartbeat!
This is how I told the world about you!
NO H8 -Got to teach her early the importance of equality.
Hi Baby Girl!
WOW! Today you are eight months old and a whole lot of personality. I love you unlike any other love I have ever experienced and I appreciate what your presence has given me-GROWTH.
I want you to know that you are such a happy baby. You rarely cry or fuss! You absolutely LOVE your daddy and FINALLY you and Callie cat seem to really love each other.
The last eight months have flown by. You were this tiny little baby and now you are soooo big and your own person for sure. You love music, you love when your daddy throws you up into the air and you cannot get enough of your Baby Einsteins and Mickey Mouse Club.
Everyone who meets you comments on how well behaved you are! We are very blessed to have you as ours.
I love your giggle and smile and how you love cuddling with me. I want nothing but the best for you and I NEVER make a decision without your well being at the forefront of my mind.
Thank you for being so awesomely you! You’re a mover and a shaker (just like your momma), and you have no interest in crawling but try so hard to walk.
Take your time baby, you are growing so fast and this world has a way of forcing people to grow up far sooner than they should.
I love every part of you and I cannot wait for what the future holds for you! Keep that smile baby! The world can be tough, but you are stronger and you will make it through whatever this world throws at you.
It’s in your blood to be a survivor! It’s in your blood to work hard! and you will ALWAYS feel loved! This I promise you!
Happy eight months baby girl!
I asked the Mommies on my Facebook page if they follow their intuition when it comes to their kids or do they feel they may be overreacting-it was unanimous! Mommies follow their intuition, better safe than sorry! I agree and will never question myself again!
Baby girl was 3 months old when she hopped on her first flight. I wasn’t off of maternity leave yet but agreed to go cover the top ten finalists of American Idol-working momma for sure. With breastfeeding and her being so young, I thought it would be best to just bring her with.
She is now a world traveler. At only 7 and a half months, she has been to Chicago, New York, Los Angeles on two separate occasions, and to her other home Saint Lucia (The Motherland) twice as well.
I remember the concerned and often judgemental looks I received when people saw me board the plane with a then 3 month old baby. But from day one she has come through like a champ.
I was nervous at first. I didn’t know how she would do, but she’s a happy kid and if she’s not sleeping, she’s playing peek-a-boo with other passengers. I had a lot of people ask me how she would do, looking at her like she was some loose cannon ready to go off at any moment lol. I simply replied, well she hasn’t let me down yet.
She really hasn’t, after our latest trip to The Motherland, I had many passengers tell me that she was the best baby they had ever encountered on a plane. Now I have to give myself some credit as a mommy. Baby girl is teething right now so I assumed the worst. I was worried about her ears, her teeth…I did not want her uncomfortable. I stocked up on baby teethers, baby motrin and I stuck a boob in her mouth on take off and touch down and we soared through with no issues.
I am a working momma and more importantly half of her family lives in a different country. There never really was an option for me, it has been my job since the day she was born to show her the world…it just so happens that in her world there will be many layovers and plane rides included.
In honor of national breastfeeding week, I thought I would share some thoughts on breastfeeding.
Doing what’s best for my baby is my priority despite the ridiculousness I have encountered…I will share some of that with you now.
Since day one I have been very on top of my needs for breastfeeding. I let my employer know what I needed and the company has been fantastic. One particular employee, however, on more than one occasion failed to realize the importance of my pumping schedule and asked me to hurry up and be back by a certain time. HE also told me to pump in a bathroom once.
Let me tell you that my boobs work on their own time, I can’t just tell them to hurry up, it does not work that way. More importantly, how about I prepare your lunch in the bathroom, I bet you might be a little hesitant to eat it…That’s unsanitary so NO I will not make my baby’s lunch in there either.
Once while feeding the baby, I had a guy stare at me the entire time, and YES I was covered up. I finally called to Slim because it was just weird. I’m not sure why he couldn’t look away, nothing was showing and I’m sure it’s no mystery why I have a baby covered up like that.
My own brother recently asked me if I wanted to go into a different room to feed the baby. In his defense, he wasn’t really sure how it worked and was trying to be helpful. I think he was a little afraid he might witness something, I told him we were ok and I fed her without anyone seeing anything. I think it was a teaching moment and he won’t ask a lady to leave the room again.
What saddens me the most when it comes to the breastfeeding battle is that it is still a battle. How on earth did something so natural become taboo? Today after this photo was posted on someone’s Facebook timeline, all hell broke lose.
a woman posted that women who breastfeed at restaurants have no manners and were not raised right. She proceeded to say that if you couldn’t find a sitter than stay home, that breastfeeding your baby while SHE was eating in the same vicinity was offensive and that we should get up and take our babies into the bathroom (again, what the hell is wrong with people). That we were as bad as people who bring their children to bars.
It was easy to figure out that she did not have kids. She admitted that no she didn’t have any but that she would take being polite any day over feeding her child in public.
I remember a long time ago a lady at work crying because her cat had died. I remember thinking, wow lady it’s just a cat-years later I felt pain like I had never experienced when our family cat passed away. Sometimes it’s best not to speak on something before you’ve lived it- lesson learned for sure. I hope this is also the case for crazy hide your tit woman.
If one day this illogical woman’s child is screaming bloody murder because she is starving ( in some unideal place) and she looks around the room and is worried about the individuals in that room more than the life that she created, than I firmly believe she has issues.
There isn’t a place in this world or a person who I would be worried about offending if and when my baby girl needs to eat.
I applaud the women who have made the decision to breastfeed! Good for you, I know first hand that you literally can’t just go spend hours doing anything because you either have to feed your child, or find a suitable place to pump.
Breastfeeding moms, I totally get it. I appreciate your hard work and commend you for sticking with it! Happy National Breastfeeding Week!
And to those that we offend, maybe you should be offended by the women who flash their boobs for Mardi Gras beads, or to get some guys attention-and if given the choice would you want your daughter showing her boob to feed her child or…doing something strange for a little bit of change?!
Maybe you should be offended by the parents who do harmful things to their children instead of the parents who are trying to do something beneficial. More importantly I wrote this blog boobs out and baby on my lap! Yeah I said it.
Move over Beyonce! My baby is a singer.