My life was pretty routine. I’d get up and workout, go to work, play with my dog, go on dates with my husband, hang with friends…normal 29 year old business. Then I had a baby, and suddenly my life wasn’t my life anymore.
Before giving birth to my son I thought, “Once the baby is here I can still find time to workout, and we can just bring the baby with us wherever we go, just as before!” WRONG! I haven’t seen the gym in months, and leaving the house is suddenly a bigger production than Titanic. Don’t forget the diapers. Do we have enough bottles? We’ll need a change of clothes if (inevitably, when) he spits up/pees/poops on himself! Oh, and don’t even get me started on breast feeding in public. More on that later.
No surprise, it’s hard getting into a new routine when you’ve been on pretty much the same schedule for a few years, but we’ve adjusted quite well, my husband and I. Now my schedule is based around feeding schedules and naps and counting wet diapers. Working out consists of lifting the baby up and down and the occasional walk/jog with the stroller. Our poor dog, once the love of our lives, is lucky if he gets a pat on the head when I get home. Weekends with friends have been replaced with nights in and going to bed by 9. Exhaustion has taken on a whole new meaning.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Being a mom is the greatest thing in the world! The fact that a woman’s body is capable of creating another life is just miraculous. Seeing this little being for the first time, with his little fingers and his little toes, that YOU made…words can’t even describe it. Watching him grow and discover things around him is so fulfilling. The first smile followed by the first big laugh is the most beautiful heart break I have ever known. It all goes so fast. It seems like I was just headed to the hospital after my water broke, and now here we are, 4 months later.
It seems like time has sped up since he was born. I started this blog so I can remember it all. It’s my way of keeping track. My posts won’t all be baby related, but most of them probably will be. If you are a parent and you can relate to anything I’m saying, please comment. It will let me know I’m not alone, and that I’m not crazy! I’m new at this whole being a mom thing, and I know I won’t do everything right, so please don’t judge me. I am hoping we can share some laughs, cries, and memories together, because the best thing we can do as parents is stick together!
Yours in motherhood,
p.s. My son’s name is Maxwell. He was born January 8, 2014, 6 days late. Weighing in at 8 lbs 14 oz and 22″ long. He is a big healthy boy!