Very few things have meant more to me than being a mother. As much as I feel like I’m ready to make a grand entrance back to the corporate world, I am very much enjoying just chilling at home with my son. Knowing what to do and how to handle a newborn didn’t come rushing back like riding a bike, however. I thought it would, but I find myself having these “duh” moments. Thank goodness for friends and family. Reaching out to them for advice or a good laugh is helpful and necessary for my sanity.
I read while I was pregnant that you should sleep when the baby sleeps; which is probably some good advice for someone who doesn’t have much to do. That’s not always an option for me. I learned quickly that power naps work just as well. That takes some getting used to too, but when you have to keep a household running one quickly (grudgefully) does without sleeping for any length of time. For now at least. My fashion swag has also been compromised and reduced to a stretched out nursing bra, pajama pants, and wild untamed hair. Kyle doesn’t seem to care though as long as there’s a boob with some milk in it nearby. I may never have a chance to just let it all hang with no burden of having to even get dressed ever again so I’m enjoying it while it lasts.
Someone asked if I was done having children to which I replied “I’m pretty sure I’m done!” There are days when I think of having a daughter graduating from high school and a young son entering kindergarten that make me smile and cry at the same time.
It’s definitely a rewarding experience and it doesn’t even bother me (that much) that I haven’t had much me time. The time spent making memories is worth all that I think I’m missing which really isn’t anything as special as being at home getting spit up on.
Speaking of gassy babies-Sounds like one’s up now...
Follow along as she navigates a world she once new so well.