As I’m coming up on one year of momming, I’m feeling extra contemplative. This last year has been filled with trials and triumphs, happy tears, sad tears, and just-because tears. It’s been a roller coaster! And, sometimes, I feel like I might not have been tall enough to ride.
Through it all, I’ve learned a lot. So, as I’m exactly two weeks away from my baby girl turning one year old, I wanted to share with all of you what being a mom means to me.
I couldn’t wait for Norah to start crawling. And now, I wish she would just sit still for a minute! So, soak up the moment. Even through the sleepless nights, the obsessing over solids, and the eagerness to watch them grow, take a moment every single day to consciously contemplate your little one. They really do grow up so fast.
When Norah was little, I used to think, “When she gets a little bigger, when she starts sleeping a little better… it’s going to be easier.” I foolishly thought that all of my mom problems would be solved once she started sleeping through the night.
I. WAS. WRONG!
One thing no one tells you about the miracle of baby sleeping through the night is that it will probably start happening because they spend all day running around like crazy people and they’ve finally worn themselves out.
The older she gets, the more exhausted I feel. But please don’t get me wrong! I’m not complaining. I’m really not. I can honestly, with 100% sincerity say, I am more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my life– but I’m also happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
A lot of this moving and shaking started to happen around 6 months–maybe that’s why I stopped blogging around the same time? I was too busy chasing Norah around?
I’ll let you decide the correlation for yourself.
What I want to do here, dear reader, is make all of that time up to you. I want to give you one, quick down-to-brass-tacks post containing my top 3 tips for surviving months 6-11 with your little wiggly, wobbly, into-every-loving-thing bundle of joy.
Let’s be honest with ourselves here. Who, as a parent, hasn’t let their baby cry for a little bit while they were trying to get something done, go to the bathroom, eat, regain some sense of sanity, etc.?
We can’t do it all. We only have two arms for a reason. And, maybe that reason is so that we have to put baby down every now and again in order to be a functioning person. It’s evolutionary. Right? Maybe?
Maybe babies are meant to be left alone every once in a while.
As I’m saying all of this I can hear the collective groans of parents around the world who are completely against the Cry It Out (CIO) method. But, before you go and verbally slay me in the comments, give me a chance to explain what I’m really talking about.
I promise, it’s not as heartless as it might seem.
What just happened? Did you see it? Did you feel it? Time just whooshing by! I don’t know about you, but I missed it.
How did my baby girl get to be 5 months old? How did my little Squish turn into a rolling, grabbing, babbling baby? I talked in my 4-month post about how quickly Norah seems to be changing these days. Well, if I thought she changed a lot from three to four months, I had no idea what was in store for me from months four to five.
I had a friend tell me that around three months, their little one turned into a person. She was right! That’s exactly what happened last month. This month, Norah has not only grown more physically, but that personality she started to exhibit before has really started to shine through.
It was a fun month. So much happened. Looking back on it all, I have a few tips to pass along to any other new mamas out there with babies on the cusp of hitting this very exciting age.
Working full-time is hard. Period. End of statement. The end.
Well, not really the end. Because now, not only are you working full-time but you’re a mom!
Being a mom is hard. Period. End of statement… You get it.
Working is hard, and being a mom is hard. That means that being a working mom is very hard. It’s hard physically; it’s hard emotionally; it’s hard to be away; it’s hard to be home. It’s just plain hard.
Well, as one working mama to another, I’m here to share with you some tips that have helped me (or would have helped me if I had thought of them sooner…) survive my life as a working mama.
This blog serves a couple different purposes:
- A place for me to share tips or advice I’ve learned as a first time mom
- A place for me to share my general experiences with life as a first time mom
- A place for me to record different moments and memories with my baby girl.
This post is going to be one of those “memory” type posts. Just something to remember the different moments and milestones in Norah’s life, how I feel, how she’s doing, yadda yadda yadda.
So, dear reader, if you care to join me in this post, I’m going to talk about something that was probably a bigger deal for me than it was for Norah.
Well, I’m a little late with this post. I know I’ve been absent from blogging lately. And, I could bore you all with reasons/ excuses and ramble on about work/life/yadda yadda yadda. But, that’s not why you came here today, now is it?
So, I won’t go into all that. I will say that soon (very soon!) I will be back to my old blogging self.
In the mean time, here are some musings I have to share. For you, from me, a first time mom, four months in.