Perks of Being a Breastfeeding Mama

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.

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100 Days of Norah: What I’ve Learned So Far

I’ve had my baby for 100 days. That’s 100 days of snuggles and kisses, tears, and growing pains. That’s 100 days of learning. And 100 days of loving someone so much more than I ever realized I could.

Normally, I write a post at the beginning of each new month with my little girl with some tips I’ve learned about being a mom:

Tips From a First Time Mom: 1 Month In

Tips From a First Time Mom: 2 Months In

But instead, today I just want to reflect on what I’ve learned in the last 100 days with my baby.

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Just Give Me A Reason

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…

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My Working Mom Confession

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.

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My First Mother’s Day!

I was seriously so excited for my first Mother’s Day. Like, more excited than Christmas kind of excited. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks!

Why? I don’t really know. I mean, it was a great day! But, it wasn’t the day itself that I was looking forward to. I think it was the idea that made me so excited. It’s another thing that makes it really official: I’m a mom.

I know that celebrating Mother’s Day doesn’t make me any more of a mom than I was the day before. But, it’s the whole experience. The process of becoming “more a mom” every day.

I know they say it comes naturally. And, in so many ways, it does. But, I’m still learning (and, I have a feeling I’ll spend the rest of my life learning) what it really means to be a mom. With each milestone we hit, whether it be something Norah does for the first time, or taking her to see the Easter bunny, or my first Mother’s Day, I feel like I’m slipping more and more into my new role.

And I really do mean “slipping” because some days it feels like I’m just making it up, just slipping and sliding along, trying to balance being a mom, wife, and full-time worker.

But, on my First Mother’s Day, I decided to only be one thing: a mom. I didn’t do one dish. I didn’t think about work. I didn’t clean or shop or worry about the house. My hubby took care of all of that (he’s pretty awesome like that).

I spent time with my baby girl.

AND I pampered myself. I took a long nap and TWO extra long showers. It was glorious. On top of all that, my hubby surprised me with a beautiful Mother’s Day present!

It might seem a little tacky, but I don’t really care. It’s exactly what I wanted. I want everyone to know I’m a mom. I want everyone to ask me about my baby so I can show her off.

So, to all you mamas out there, whether it’s your first or your fiftieth Mother’s Day, I hope it was as wonderful as mine! Here’s to us!

Not The Post-Mother’s Day Post I Planned On, But…

I just need to take a moment to talk about this man right here.

My best friend, my travel buddy, my constant, and the best daddy my little girl could ever want, need, or ask for.

Since going back to work full time, my hubby has been staying home with Norah. She hasn’t made it easy, but he’s done such a great job. He’s not just been taking care of our baby. He’s been cooking dinner, doing dishes, cleaning the apartment. He’s been doing everything possible to make my life easier.

And when my first Mother’s Day came around, he made it so special. But, I’ll talk about that more in the blog post I had planned (and actually wrote Mother’s Day evening, to be honest). This post isn’t about Mother’s Day day. It’s about Mother’s Day night.

The night I spent sitting up sick and in pain. The night our baby girl decided she wanted to play instead of sleep.

It was the perfect storm. And who guided us through it? My amazing husband! He took care of me while simultaneously taking care of Norah. He did it all without one complaint, one mumble or grumble about being tired. He really is the best man I could have ever wanted to be my husband. I honestly don’t know how I would make it through this whole life thing without him.

So, while yesterday was Mother’s Day, and it was all about me and Norah, the real hero was my hubby. And I feel like that deserves to be mentioned.