I used to blog, and then I had a human.
Holeee long time no blog people, it’s been since July when I was still housing Squishy Baybee that I last wrote! A lot has happened since- things such as squeezing Squishy Baybee out of my body, and then running around yelling things like “WHAT COLOR IS THE POOP??” “IS THE SPIT UP CHUNKY OR WATERY??’ So, because these important things have occured, the blog was put on the back burner, right behind the stack of dirty bottles and gas drops. Sorry friends. So, right now, at this second, Squishy Baybee is asleep (I believe that is the hallelujah chorus you hear in the background of this post) and I am typing as fast as my left swollen ring finger knuckle will allow! (My wedding ring is so tight on my left hand, but fits perfectly on the right. I think pregnancy gave me a man knuckle) Because! You never know when the baybee will catch on that mom is doing something other than holding, rocking, changing, or shooshing him!
:::Right as I finished that paragraph, Squishy Baybee awoke, causing me to sigh and close the laptop:::
Alas, it is the next day and I am completing this short, unthoughtful blog. So, here is a short list of things that have changed in my life since birthing a child:
- I now look at food and judge how long it will take to eat it and how many hands it will take to put it in my face. Pizza? Doable one handed and in a short amount of time. Spaghetti? It will be awhile before we meet again, my friend.
- Sleep is now acceptable anywhere, at anytime. The toilet is a perfectly acceptable place to dream. An hour of uninterrupted sleep is now considered “A good night’s rest!”
- It is now completely acceptable for me to consider whether a situation is boob worthy or not. As in, the baby is crying, and only breast feeding will calm him down. Never before have I considered whipping out a boob in a public place as normal, however now, depending on how upset my child is, it may be necessary. You have been warned. I’ll try to be discreet but when baybee is hungry, he can and will make wardrobe malfunctions a reality.
- “Getting ready” now consists of throwing makeup at my face and hoping it lands in the right spot, and a good hair day equals using the hair dryer.
- And finally (I could go on forever, but the baby is happily playing on his play mat which means I might have time to eat!) the main thing that has changed is that I never knew I could or would love being a mom and having a child- this child- this much. He is a blessing and a joy beyond words, and when I think of how my hands shook holding that pregnancy test with the second line, I laugh at my fearful self- because truly, the best was yet to come.
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. ~Rajneesh
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