Life begins all over again when you cross the threshold into motherhood. It's impossible to understands what it means to be a mom until you become one. The change is unreal, and sudden, and your life gets divided into before and after. The before is fuzzy for a long while after your baby is placed in your arms. Life changes drastically. I always appreciated and loved my mom, but once I become a mom myself, we became even closer.
When I was pregnant for the first time, I believed that once I got out of the first trimester, the worry would go away. Then I was thirteen weeks pregnant, and I was just as worried as the week before. I ate well; my husband made me salmon at least one a week, I ate more vegetables than any other time in my life, I took my Materna daily, and I indulged in McFlurries during every episode of The Amazing Race. I also slept a lot. Which is a good thing, since it's been almost six years since I last slept.
When my son was born, I was a basket-case for the first few weeks. I didn't know what to wear, I was unsure of how to hold my baby, I didn't want any visitors, and I bought stock in Purell. Leaving the house with a baby in tow was a challenge and caused me much anxiety at first.
Becoming a mom means leaving all inhibitions behind. I breastfed my baby in a fancy steak house one night, nothing I'd ever thought I'd do. But there I was, a new mom, eating a well done filet mignon, talking to the owner of the steak house about how yummy my food was, all the while nursing my baby. Life changes in ways you never thought possible.
When my second baby was born, I was much more at ease. I didn't mind my best friends coming to visit me in the hospital, I was confident that I could take care of my newborn, and I knew what to wear those first few weeks at home. Heck, I even got my hair done three weeks after brining baby home. I was no longer in the mommy amateur club.
Still, life with two small childen was, and is, no easy task. Every day, it's challenging. Being a mom is the only job on earth that never ends. Never mind that we don't get much sleep to begin with, or that there is always someone who needs help with something, or that the house always needs tidying, it's a non-stop job even when you're apart from your children. They're always in your thoughts. The worry is unmeasurable. The love, indescribable. It's the best job in the whole world, too. It's a daily wonderful adventure. The under-the-cover snuggles, the feeling of pride you feel when you watch your child in the classroom, the love shown between siblings, the laughter, the hugs, the sheer joy of it all. I could go on forever.
Being a mom is simply... awesome. And I am so lucky.
Happy Mother's Day to you all!
When I was pregnant for the first time, I believed that once I got out of the first trimester, the worry would go away. Then I was thirteen weeks pregnant, and I was just as worried as the week before. I ate well; my husband made me salmon at least one a week, I ate more vegetables than any other time in my life, I took my Materna daily, and I indulged in McFlurries during every episode of The Amazing Race. I also slept a lot. Which is a good thing, since it's been almost six years since I last slept.
When my son was born, I was a basket-case for the first few weeks. I didn't know what to wear, I was unsure of how to hold my baby, I didn't want any visitors, and I bought stock in Purell. Leaving the house with a baby in tow was a challenge and caused me much anxiety at first.
Becoming a mom means leaving all inhibitions behind. I breastfed my baby in a fancy steak house one night, nothing I'd ever thought I'd do. But there I was, a new mom, eating a well done filet mignon, talking to the owner of the steak house about how yummy my food was, all the while nursing my baby. Life changes in ways you never thought possible.
When my second baby was born, I was much more at ease. I didn't mind my best friends coming to visit me in the hospital, I was confident that I could take care of my newborn, and I knew what to wear those first few weeks at home. Heck, I even got my hair done three weeks after brining baby home. I was no longer in the mommy amateur club.
Still, life with two small childen was, and is, no easy task. Every day, it's challenging. Being a mom is the only job on earth that never ends. Never mind that we don't get much sleep to begin with, or that there is always someone who needs help with something, or that the house always needs tidying, it's a non-stop job even when you're apart from your children. They're always in your thoughts. The worry is unmeasurable. The love, indescribable. It's the best job in the whole world, too. It's a daily wonderful adventure. The under-the-cover snuggles, the feeling of pride you feel when you watch your child in the classroom, the love shown between siblings, the laughter, the hugs, the sheer joy of it all. I could go on forever.
Being a mom is simply... awesome. And I am so lucky.
Happy Mother's Day to you all!
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I used to think that the worries got easier as they got older. They really don't. I can't control everything my nine year old sees or hears anymore.
This mothering gig is freaking hard. Worth it. But hard.
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I am about to have my first baby girl and ....I have no idea of how it is going to be!! :)
HELP NEEDED.