Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn’t want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn’t know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
Author unknown
BEING THANKFUL FOR THE BLESSINGS, LOVE, HAPPINESS, AND CHALLENGES OF EACH NEW DAY.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Swing Away
My daughter has been sleeping for 15 minutes straight in her swing. HOLY COW! Usually, Grace only falls asleep in my arms, and even if I try to move her by putting her in the bassinett, boppy pillow, bouncy, etc. she lasts under 10 minutes before turning red from screaming. I didn't know what to do with myself for 15 minutes, so I thought I'd take care of housework. Yeah, you know that stuff that would have been neglected if not for my husband who does A LOT around the house. So far, I've started a load of laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, and dusted. And of course, now I'm typing away. I love watching her sleep while she is in my arms, but it is nice to be arms free once in awhile. And it's nice to have some feeling again in my right arm.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Why Typing With One Hand Rocks
....because my sleeping daughter is occupying the other. I tried all morning to get her to nap. We tried the stroller, bassinet, and boppy. She just needed mommy.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Just for Me
I'm making time to write. Oh, how I've missed writing, even if it is mindless rambling. Don't be mistaken....I absolutely love my 3 week old baby girl, but I'm still trying to discover what my life is like with a newborn. I'm still trying to figure out a new normal for us. I've had quite a lot of time this week only because my parents are here this week. So I'm taking this time to write while my mother is holding my baby girl.
This week I'm going to go hog wild and respond to three prompts on Mama Kat's Writing Workshop.
1.) Who really helped you get over something? Write about that person.(writingfix.com)
Ever want to do something so badly, but it just doesn't work out? Well, that was me with breastfeeding our daughter. I knew all the research - health benefits, bonding, etc. However, since the day she was born, obstacles were thrown in my way. I did it all - pumping, feeding every 2-3 hours, herbal supplements, drinking water until it came out of my eyes, SNS, meeting with lactation consultants (many times), Le Leche meeting, etc. You name it - I tried it. I had to supplement with formula from day 2 because she was losing weight and not getting enough milk from me. The first time the nurse gave her a bottle of formula in the hospital I cried the entire time. I must say the crying never ended. Each time I thought about it, I cried.
Through it all, my husband, my rock, kept reassuring me that I was doing great and that our daughter was gaining weight and growing and was healthy. When I cried, he held me. When I said I felt like a failure, he made sure I knew I wasn't before I fell asleep that night. He didn't think I was crazy for wanting to continue to breastfeed in the morning and then give her a bottle immediately following because she was still hungry. I love my husband, and every day he does little things that just remind me how lucky I am.
3.) Share an interesting email exchange you've had with someone lately.
Friend: I have been tasked with writing 1000 Family Feud questions about anything related to love. It's fun, but I'm definitely starting to run short on ideas. I spent part of this morning looking through articles like "What your man won't tell you"in the hope of being inspired. :)
Me: WOW! That is a lot of questions about love. Does it have to be lovey dovey stuff or can it be like "How to know your man is cheating?" haha. How many questions have you already written? Good luck
Friend: It doesn't have to be lovey dovey, and in fact I'd take your "how toknow if your man is cheating" except that I already wrote that one :).I think I've written maybe 500 so far, but I only have 3 weeks to finish the rest.
Isn't it cool that my friend writes the questions for Family Fued? It's one of those jobs that you know someone must do it, but you never really know who or how they even get that job.
5.) Today I will... give my daughter tons of kisses.
This week I'm going to go hog wild and respond to three prompts on Mama Kat's Writing Workshop.
1.) Who really helped you get over something? Write about that person.(writingfix.com)
Ever want to do something so badly, but it just doesn't work out? Well, that was me with breastfeeding our daughter. I knew all the research - health benefits, bonding, etc. However, since the day she was born, obstacles were thrown in my way. I did it all - pumping, feeding every 2-3 hours, herbal supplements, drinking water until it came out of my eyes, SNS, meeting with lactation consultants (many times), Le Leche meeting, etc. You name it - I tried it. I had to supplement with formula from day 2 because she was losing weight and not getting enough milk from me. The first time the nurse gave her a bottle of formula in the hospital I cried the entire time. I must say the crying never ended. Each time I thought about it, I cried.
Through it all, my husband, my rock, kept reassuring me that I was doing great and that our daughter was gaining weight and growing and was healthy. When I cried, he held me. When I said I felt like a failure, he made sure I knew I wasn't before I fell asleep that night. He didn't think I was crazy for wanting to continue to breastfeed in the morning and then give her a bottle immediately following because she was still hungry. I love my husband, and every day he does little things that just remind me how lucky I am.
3.) Share an interesting email exchange you've had with someone lately.
Friend: I have been tasked with writing 1000 Family Feud questions about anything related to love. It's fun, but I'm definitely starting to run short on ideas. I spent part of this morning looking through articles like "What your man won't tell you"in the hope of being inspired. :)
Me: WOW! That is a lot of questions about love. Does it have to be lovey dovey stuff or can it be like "How to know your man is cheating?" haha. How many questions have you already written? Good luck
Friend: It doesn't have to be lovey dovey, and in fact I'd take your "how toknow if your man is cheating" except that I already wrote that one :).I think I've written maybe 500 so far, but I only have 3 weeks to finish the rest.
Isn't it cool that my friend writes the questions for Family Fued? It's one of those jobs that you know someone must do it, but you never really know who or how they even get that job.
5.) Today I will... give my daughter tons of kisses.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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