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| Me; 37 weeks pregnant |
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While I was pregnant with my first son,
I had the mentality of 'ignorance is bliss'. I wanted to believe that I would walk into the hospital, spend a little time there and leave with a baby in my arms. Forget all the messy details involved, just as simple as that. I didn't want to hear the truth about it all because it terrified me. I hear that's a common feeling among first-time moms.
The disillusionment was fabulous, until my water broke. Waking up in the middle of the night in that manner was, at the very least, unsettling. Googling:
Certainly didn't feel like that was how it was supposed to go. Quickly realizing those 'horror stories' about labour and child birth would have been mighty helpful at this point. Once I was pretty sure it was for real, I woke my husband and quietly told him what had been happening, he was up out of bed in a millisecond. (Actually, I had never seen him move that fast.)
Of course, the whole process was beautiful and life changing (and kind of gross) but I had a beautiful son out of the deal. I was ecstatic.
Shortly after Mason was born, we decided to have another. (Skip ahead 19 months.) I figured out the second most unsettling feeling about having a baby...that startling moment when you realize ....I remember this pain...oh no..... here we go again...
The MOMster saga continues,
-A
To me, there is nothing scarier than leaving the hospital with a brand new
human. You are sent out into the world to help this tiny being thrive and
grow…and for you to stay sane in the process. Every need is up to you to
decipher and fulfill. While inexplicably rewarding, it is the most challenging
job in the world.
There are many myths and pressures of motherhood. Tons of standards we, as
mothers, feel we need to live up to. I am here to spread the truth. Hopefully,
it will allow you to breathe a sigh of relief. We are all human. Not
everyone can feed, bathe and dress the baby, while cooking meals, cleaning the
house, doing Pinterest crafts, Bento lunches, and manage to preserve your own
identity and sanity. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s just not going to happen, for me. Are
the boys dressed, fed and relatively clean? Am I? Score. It’s going to be a
banner day.
I am the mother of two young boys. Mason is 2 ½ and Sebastian will be 1 on
Thursday. Talk about busy. Somehow, I manage to get it all done…or at least to
a level of somewhat satisfied. (I’ve heard boys are busier than girls. Kudos on
the lack of Y-chromosomes, mothers of girls!)
I’m not going to win ‘Mother of the Year’ anytime soon, but I’m certainly
going to have fun trying.
Welcome to The MOMster Chronicles.
-A
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| Mason & Sebastian |
