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.
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.
I follow some awesome moms on twitter. They’re amazing and open and so honest with their experiences as a parent that I love reading what they have to say. I feel like I’m always learning from them.
One topic I see a lot of moms talk about is reflux. From the stories I’ve heard, it can get very intense! I never thought my baby could have it. She doesn’t vomit all the time. She doesn’t scream when we lay her down. She doesn’t fuss every time she eats.
You see, I never realized that these moms’ experiences encompassed extreme cases of reflux.
Moms with babies like mine don’t talk about their little ones’ reflux as much because it isn’t as impactful. I get it. Those moms who have babies with really really bad reflux, they’re troopers. They’re amazing, honestly! And I’m glad they share their struggle and turn to each other and other moms for support! I love the online mom community I’ve found.
But, in this post, I want to talk about the not so extreme reflux. The reflux my baby has. Because she needed medicine, and I’m glad she got it. And maybe your baby has reflux, too, and you just don’t know it yet because they’re not throwing up all the time or constantly miserable (bless those babies’ little hearts!).
Here are the signs that led to her diagnosis. Some of these things I didn’t even consider to be reflux! I just thought it was her being a baby.
It’s funny how much can change in such a short time. As a parent, I feel like somewhere between months two and three I have really started to get the hang of my new role. Yes, I expect that will all change soon, as Norah’s on the brink of entering her 4th leap, the 4 month sleep regression, and I’m pretty sure she’ll start teething in the middle of all of it, just to keep things super interesting.
But, still, I feel like my confidence as a mom has picked up. With this, the number of baby accessories I need has decreased. Here are six things I couldn’t live without the first month of mothering that I haven’t touched in the last (at least) 4 weeks.
Breastfeeding is one of those things you either love or hate. It’s not easy. It’s time consuming. It’s demanding (well, baby is demanding) and when you’re working while breastfeeding, you have to worry about pumping and storing and freezing and all that fun stuff.
Well, while it can be exhausting and frustrating, I’ve been really taking advantage of some of the perks of breastfeeding lately. Here are my top four favorite things about being a breastfeeding mama.
Just a little bit’s enough…
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But no, this isn’t a tribute to a Pink song. The title is very fitting, though. So, I’m going to borrow it.
In this post I want to discuss something I am so very guilty of: trying to explain everything. Everything happens for a reason right?
That’s what I used to think, at least. And then I had a baby…
It’s easier to be away than it is to be home.
There, I said it. I hate that it’s true, but it is. I don’t mean it in the way you’re thinking.
I don’t mean I’d rather be out in the grown up world than at home with my baby. I don’t mean that I prefer working to changing diapers. Some people do. And that’s great. We need people who love to work and live for their jobs.
I’m just not one of them.
What I mean when I say it’s easier to be at work than it is to be home is that it’s easier to be there because I have to be there.
I’m not doing a great job of explaining myself. Here… let me try this again.