Life is getting super hectic around here and not so routine.
Since going back to work at the end of February, there have been a ton of ups and downs when it comes to having a set schedule. I went back to work, had to take a class that involved learning about transitioning out of the military, going back on leave for a couple weeks, then back to work. For me, consistency AND routine is key to me staying sane.
Oh man, it’s going to be hard for me when I am no longer in the Navy and I become a stay-at-home mom!! There’s no way I’m going to be able to come up with some sort of routine while I have two little ones at home! I mean, I came face to face with that realization while I was on maternity leave for about 18 weeks. But I figured it was just because I had a new baby at home…I could be very wrong. It could simple be because I have two littles to take care of instead of one! Not only that, I have never been a SAHM, yet, so I know things will change once I realize I am not going back to work.
One of the things that might keep me a little more sane is the fact that I am realling starting to get into writing again. I have a few projects lined up for me that I plan to take on and hopefully excel in. Maybe writing will be something I can set up as a schedule? Maybe post at the same time every week. Post two times a week? It’s definitely something I can look into.
I just want to make sure I don’t go crazywhile I am transitioning from the working/military mom to the stay at home mom life. I am not going to sit here and thing life is going to be a breeze. I know there will be hard times. As much as I loved working, I hated being away from my kids. As much as I hate being away from my kids, working was a nice break sometimes. There are some mothers that totally ROCK at either one of these lifestyles and I am just not one of them. Who knows, I might end up going out and getting another job down the line. It could be something I am totally passionate about. But in the meantime, I am good with staying at home with my babies.
On another note, I thought I would mention these adorable shirts (and onesie) that we are wearing! It’s not everyday that we get to be matching, happy, and clean all at the same time! Well, my daughter wasn’t overly happy but she wasn’t crying, so there’s that! Anyway, these are totally adorable and I loved that we could match, without looking exactly the same. Plus, it’s quite comical. In case you don’t know where this is from, let me help you out.
If you haven’t seen this movie….go find it and watch it. This movie coined that phrase and thanks to moms all over, we have been able to turn this phrase into a #momlife slogan. And we love it.
My friend Heather created these and she’s starting to create more for her shop and it’s so exciting. She hasn’t yet released THIS option but I am excited to share it with everyone. Heather is also an amazing photographer (she didn’t take THESE photos but she’s done a bit of photography for our family in the past) so be sure to check out her photography and all of her other work!!
When you were 4 weeks old, I took a photo similar to this one in appreciation of my post partum tummy. The tummy that housed you and grew you into the tiny human that lays upon me today.
But as I had shared in a previous post this last week, this month hasn’t always been so good to me. I’ve experienced loss. And this tummy had the privilege to be home to a little one, even if only for a few weeks. This was a year ago. Although I experience great joy that I have you here with me, I do not forget the little one that came before. The little angel that looks over you now, that is a piece of you and of me. My temple is not damaged, no good, not worthy, or less womanly. It’s a shame that women have felt that it’s too “taboo” to speak about miscarriage, as I have before, but it’s not something to be ashamed of. And it doesn’t make you less of a woman or a mother. My little girl, someday you will become a woman and a mother. I pray you never experience the sadness that I have, but if you do, know that you are strong and you will survive. 💕
Anyone see that photo of the mom nursing both of her children at the same time?
Yeah, that’s me. It’s crazy to think that a photo that I had posted to my Instagram page was reposted many times and commented on by so many people. I wrote about how it felt to nurse both of my kids at the same time and it really was an amazing experience for me. You can read about it here:
Even pages like PopSugarMoms, Essential Baby and FitPregnancy wrote about the photo and shared it on their Facebook pages. It was really cool to see that. My friends and even followers on Instagram were sending me messages and tagging me in posts that had my photo on it. And as I would see these posts, I would look at the comments as I left my own.
Many mom’s were sharing their experiences nursing their babies and even tandem nursing as well. It was wonderful and encouraging to read these stories!
The sad part about this is, there were a lot of negative comments. These pages, magazines, and blogs that were reposting my photo or writing articles about it, were using my photo as a way to encourage women. To empower them. To show them how strong our bodies can be. And yet, there was always some yahoo that decided it would be great to say,
“You showed your tits on the internet, good for you.”
“It’s sad that you’re just desperate for attention.”
Those are just the two main ones. Not only that, I ended up receiving messages. Messages that were saying incredibly rude and inappropriate things that I don’t even want to repeat. It was just very upsetting to read these things and to see how they would defend themselves when others would respond to them.
The thing about this photo is that…it was a wonderful moment that I got to share with my children and my husband. Not only that, the ONE time my husband actually took his phone out to snap photos (without being prompted by me) was this moment. Right when I said to him, “I’m doing it!” Because I was shocked and excited that I finally did it.
For some odd reason, I was scared to nurse both of them at the same time. I saw photos of mom’s doing it but I had never seen any of my friends do it. I didn’t even know it was possible until I became a mom. But this special moment that I shared with my family, I wanted to share with the other moms that were following me on Instagram… my excitement! I never posted for attention…that would just be weird. And for someone to say “tits” as if I was a porn star showing off my goods…that’s just foul. I was just doing what my body was intended to do!
There were even comments about how some women can’t breastfeed or can’t do it for that long. Someone decided to tell me it was rude of me to rub it in the faces of those who couldn’t. Well, I’m sorry but I didn’t post it to rub it in. I never claim to be better than any other mom and I’m not one of those people that think you’re horrible for giving your baby formula! Is your baby fed? Then that’s all the matters! But please, don’t continue the vicious cycle of tearing women down. It sucks and I say as women, we just try to end that! Building each other up and empowering one another is what I stand for, hence the reason for my post on Instagram.
Thank you to those who had shared my photo. I was a little worried about having my photo going around the internet, but I will tell you…I am darn proud of the fact that I am doing so many things as a mother that I either swore I’d never do or that I didn’t think I’d be capable of. Turns out…I am a lot stronger than I realized.
Our little girl is officially one month old! What that also means is I have officially been a mother to two beautiful babies for one month now. Has it been easy?
But it’s been a month full of love. Even in the hard moments, I try to remember how wonderful and amazing my life is. I have been blessed with the opportunity to be a mom to both of these children.
This past month has been totally different than the first month of being a new mom. When I had my son, I also had my husband home quite often to help me out when I needed it. This time, I have two babies with me, at home, alone, without help. It is TERRIFYING.
I was incredibly terrified of being home with two babies by myself. When I was pregnant, I had a bit of anxiety about it and would worry about whether or not I am going to be a good mom to both of these littles. I tried to figure out ways to prepare myself for being a mother of two. I rearranged my living room about 10 times during the weeks that I was pregnant, my husband built a learning tower for our son so that he could help us with things in the kitchen since he’s become so independent, and I went on Pinterest and pinned every blog post I could that talked about preparing your toddler for a sibling.
But the thing is, there really isn’t much you can do to prepare. All you can really do is to do your best at remaining calm in all situations and to find inner peace. Because let me tell you, when you have a child gearing up for those “terrible-twos” he will test your patience as much as possible and you will need all the peace you can get!
You also can’t prepare yourself for things like:
How much your first born LOVES his sibling. He will literally try to sit on her to give her hugs and kisses.
How to remember to eat after all the kids have been fed and taken care of.
How to get a week’s worth of clothing and diaper laundry done…before the next week starts.
How to get out of the house on time.
How to make time to workout (I have yet to try this since I haven’t yet been cleared to do so).
The amount of coffee you will consume in a day…and how many times you will warm the same cup in the microwave.
There are many more things you really just can’t prepare for…but being home with both of these kids have really opened up my heart and my mind in so many ways. I am starting to understand “the other side” as not only a mom of two but a mom to two babies who stays home with them. I get it that it’s not always easy and I get that you never really get a “break.” You’re always mom and you’re always needed…24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Before going on maternity leave, I had that break from being mom when I was Sailor instead. Being in the military and working gave me that. I am slowly learning more and more the true meaning of “there are pros and cons to everything.” I know what that means but experiencing it makes a total difference.
But at this point in time…I wouldn’t change a thing. This is where I’m called to be and I’m enjoying it for as long as possible…as my toddler spills an entire bag of pretzels on the floor for the 13th time today…
This beautiful, little girl came roaring into this world yesterday morning. It all started at 6am when I felt a punch in my cervix. My water broke and it woke me up. It didn’t break all over the bed or anything but I went to pee to make sure and my husband got up and walked around the house with me. He actually sat down to play video games while I paced around the house. Then I realized I was having contractions and it was time to start getting things together. Aston was still sleeping and we figured he would be waking up soon so we let him sleep while we got ready and started timing contractions. Not much time passes, Aston is up eating breakfast, I texted Kassie and she came to pick up Aston, I text and call Nicole and let her know this is happening, and I told Jonathan it’s time to go. Got everything out of the house and I was on my way. I even said to him, “I’m not going to make it to the hospital.” I grabbed a trash bag to put on the seat of the car if I needed it. I was seriously convinced that I was going to give birth in the way there. Hubby sped down the freeway and followed a cop the entire way (who happened to also be speeding) and when we got there, they came out with a wheelchair for me. It was 8:01 and I got a text from Nicole and I responded with “wheeling me in right now.” They asked me a few questions, got me into the triage room, and I told the nurse “I need to push.” She told me to get on the bed so she can check me and I could barely do it. I fought through a contraction and Jonathan was rubbing my back and pushing my hips together. And I guess I was dripping blood while I stood there (he told me about it later). She checked me and I was 9cm and immediately rolled my bed into delivery. Jonathan let them know that last time I was in labor for less than 3 hours and the nurse called down to another and said, “she has her babies fast!” And the other one said, “oh yay!! This will be fun!” Lol. We get into the room and I had to transfer beds. I had originally planned to walk through my contractions and to be squatting or on my knees on the bed during delivery. I had to deliver at the hospital, couldn’t have a home birth, and had to follow a lot of Navy rules (I am active duty) but I knew I could have the natural birth I wanted under any circumstances. BUT the most comfortable position for me? Oh my back. I wasn’t moving…no way. 😂 my husband talked to the doctors and the nurses and expressed everything we wanted for this birth and what we didn’t want. Everyone was amazing. They listened to our wishes and communicated everything with us. My hubby was a rockstar at being a great advocate for me and was an amazing birth partner. 😍 As for me, I wanted to push. At this point I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do this. I doubted myself for a second but it didn’t matter…this baby was coming. They told me not to push for a minute so I was trying my best not to and I would thrust my hips up with every contraction. The doctor reminded me that I needed to not do that otherwise I would risk tearing worse. And let me tell you…it was very difficult to not do that. But I did it. And then it was time to push.
With my first, I had gotten an epidural and I didn’t even push. They had vacuumed him out and I felt useless. So, that’s why I chose a natural birth this time around. But because of that…I didn’t know how to push. 😂 There was an amazing nurse on my left that was trying to explain to me how. And I think it helped. I was making a lot of noises during this process. Nothing too crazy at first. I yelled a bit, a few “Ah’s” were coming out. And then I heard the doctor tell my husband, “okay, she’s not moving and he heartbeat has drastically dropped. We NEED to get this baby out. She needs to push. I’m going to put the vacuum on her for just a second and then take it off.” Jonathan agreed and told me I needed to push. I pushed and her head was out. And the doc removed the vacuum. It sucks that the vacuum was used but had he not, that would have been worse. But I’m thankful he took it off immediately. Then I remember being told to give one really big push…
I screamed. I pushed. And what felt like 10 minutes was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. I honestly felt like my body was being torn in half and then she was out and my body could relax. The tension was gone and all of a sudden I was overcome with a feeling of relief and then I was just in shock. I did it. And you know what? That 10 minutes….was literally a few seconds. They handed me my baby girl and laid her on my chest. She cried as she was coming out, the umbilical cord was around her leg but they got it unwrapped, and she was on me…I was staring at her. Again, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I felt every bit of pain and every bit of her. We chose to do delayed cord clamping and my husband and I were just in awe.
I did it. The girl who can’t watch someone take her blood or get a shot…someone who has an extremely low pain tolerance…gave birth naturally. Just like I wanted. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t have my home birth or a water birth. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t birth with a midwife or that I didn’t have a doula…I listened to my body. I was in tune with my body. All those weeks and months of preparation, reading, prayer, being at peace, and just finding balance in my life is what made me get through this. And having my amazing husband with me through it. Have your birth how you want it. You are in control. ❤️️
Oh, and remember what time I got to the hospital? 8:01am… our baby girl was born at 8:20am. 19 minutes later. A lot can happen in 19 minutes!
The goal was a healing birth. And I have been healed.
Now that the entire family and the Facebook world knows the good news, I can share it publicly…anywhere I want. Including this blog. 🙂
That’s right, Aston is going to be a big brother! And we are all so excited!
I did post the other day (April Fool’s day to be exact) and I talked about my experience with miscarriage. It’s a sad thing for anyone to have to go through at any point in their lives. But it’s also something real. It does happen. And I will not dismiss it and act like it didn’t happen.
I know that God will use that situation as a reminder or a lesson at some point in my life. we mourned our loss and we moved forward. And you know what? It’s okay to move forward too. Some people may think that it’s not okay to just move on past what just happened to you, but it really is okay! There is no sense in dwelling on the things that you cannot change. Especially something that happened beyond your control.
So, here we are, now with baby #2 on the way. And it’s such fantastic news! Hubby wants a girl and I want another boy. Let’s be honest, I want a boy because I already have all of the baby boy things and I don’t need to go out and buy all the extra stuff then! 😛 But for real, I don’t care as long as we have a healthy and happy little baby. Isn’t that all any parent really hopes for?
This baby will be a fall baby. He or she is due on November 1st and we are pretty excited. Not only that, I am so excited about that fact that I will get an entire 18 weeks of maternity leave! The military changed some things around over the past couple years and I made the cut off by a few days. It’s pretty fantastic. When I had Aston, I was home for 6 weeks and then took an additional 2 weeks of my own time off to stay with him. I wasn’t ready. I really was NOT ready to go back to work after only 8 short weeks with him. And I have missed him every moment since.
Of course, I still see him every night when I get home from work and on my lunch breaks if I take them, but I love being home with him. Yeah, I get the crazies every now and then when I am home with him all day, but I assume eventually you get used to it! 😛
Anyway, there’s the announcement. I am so excited and feeling incredibly blessed to be having this little peanut growing inside of me. Such a gift to be able to carry a child not just once but twice. <3
Alright, for real. I know a lot of people will sit there and tell you that eating right and eating healthy costs so much money. Actually, many of you have probably seen this photo before:
Or you have seen some sort of variation of the photo. But let’s be honest. If you’re going to go to McDonald’s, is your goal to really eat something nutritious and good for you? Chances are, you’re probably craving that delicious cheeseburger and their “crack” fries as I like to call them.
When I was pregnant, I craved red meat and potatoes….EVERY SINGLE DAY. It was horrible. I wanted to eat McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King…you name it, I wanted it. Prior to being pregnant, I exercised regularly and ate healthy as well. But there were issues during my pregnancy that held me back a little bit from pushing myself as hard as I usually did. So, I slacked. I ate junk and I enjoyed it.
But after I had my son, it was no longer enjoyable for me to be eating the way that I did. It was disgusting to me. I disgusted myself because I knew what I was doing to my body. In April, 2015 I decided that I no longer wanted to eat from these franchise fast food chains anymore and I didn’t want to subject my health and the health of my baby to the “crap” that as in these foods.
I kept track of a few of my grocery bills from the past few months and noticed a trend. The further into my pregnancy I got, the more we spent on groceries. Of course, I was probably eating more because I was growing a human in my body but I also wasn’t eating healthy. So, to feed a family of two, in the months of October, November, and December, we totaled about $1,250 in groceries. That doesn’t include all of the times we went out to eat which was about 3 times a week to fast food places and at least once or twice on the weekends at other restaurants. I’d say we totaled about another $150 A WEEK in crap food. $150 a week for 3 months? $1,800. Whoah. Alright, that’s a little disgusting. I never realized we spent that much! That brings us to a grand total of $3,050 in just 3 months! I could’ve put a lot of that money towards my car payment!
Anyway, let’s stay on track here. I bet many of you think that’s ridiculous. It really is. The REALLY sad thing about this is that most of that food that we had purchased in just those 3 months were unhealthy and processed foods. Not only that, I’m willing to bet we didn’t eat most of it and wasted it by throwing away what went bad. Or we just didn’t want to eat leftovers because we had so much junk.
I finally had enough. Enough of the extra calories I didn’t need, enough with being unhealthy, and enough with the overspending and constant waste. It wasn’t good for our bodies and it wasn’t good on my wallet either. I had my baby in February and I couldn’t workout for a few weeks until my doctor gave me the “okay.” Even once I had the permission to work out, I still had to be careful as not to injure myself or put too much stress on my body since I was still healing.
Lucky for me, the only thing that I was really staying with to keep me healthy during my pregnancy was Shakeology. Yes, that superfood, nutrient-dense shake that you hear myself and countless others talk about. It’s really an amazing drink. Anyway, I made a decision to stop eating fast food, stop eating junk, and I made a commitment to drinking Shakeology everyday. I made little changes here and there when it came to my diet. I didn’t do anything drastic but I made a conscious effort to put good things into my body. At 7 weeks post partum and to 10 weeks post partum, just those little changes made a HUGE difference.
I kid you not. I didn’t exercise. Maybe a couple walks here and there. Trust me, I wanted to work out so badly but I had to be careful.
Those little changes that I did not only for my body and my health, were also a huge change for our wallets.
Once we started changing our eating habits, our lives were just transformed. The reason we were able to save money was because we were more conscious about what we were eating. We stopped eating fast food. That cut out that $1800 that I talked to you about earlier. What are we left with? A $1250 bill for 3 months…so let’s say that we had a $400 bill each month between my husband and I. Well, we already have the basics. We have the tools we need to cool and all of the spices. Let’s face it, spices are expensive. It takes a long time to build that collection up! But as we started meal prepping and planning out the meals we were going to eat and ate more of the fresh fruits and veggies we could get, we started seeing that our bank account wasn’t going away as quickly.
We also noticed that if we are buying meat, that’s when the bill goes up. We stock up on meat when it’s on sale and put it in our deep freezer. We usually buy meat only once or twice a month (if we need to) and stash it away. But most of our bills are all produce and eggs. We rarely get bread or dairy. Our bill went from about $400 (or more) a month to less than $300 a month. Take our totally from the 3 months while I was pregnant ($3050) and to 3 months now, it’s about $1200…total. We barely go out to eat at restaurants and if we do, it’s not at an overly priced heart attack shop. That’s a savings of $1850! That money can then be put away in our savings or for other fun things we would like to do as a family. But one of the things that we like to use that money on, is our Shakeology.
Shakeology is a superfood, nutrient-dense shake that is made to give you everything the body needs in one daily dose. And it’s delicious. If you want to learn more about Shakeology, you can click here. This shake has given us a lot of health benefits and helped us with increased energy and helps me with weight loss. Remember up above when I talked about my weight loss? This is what I used.
So, many people say that those health shakes are expensive. Really, when it comes to your health…it’s not. Here’s an example of what I get when I drink Shakeology and what I get when I eat my favorite pregnancy meal and Starbucks drink…
But Shakeology is SO expensive. Right? Wrong. It’s not that expensive when you put things into perspective. If I drink a Shake for $4.00 a day, (120.00 per month) our bill is STILL so much lower than it was before. Plus, as a coach, I receive a discount on my Shakeology as well.
Sometimes, you just need to put things into perspective and see what is important to you. Health, fitness, and my family are incredibly important to me. I put all of that at risk when I decided that it wasn’t imperative for me to be the healthiest me possible. If you have kids and a family, you know where I am coming from. If you are sitting there thinking about how you can make yourself the healthiest and happiest version of you, then this is one step how.
I am more than happy to go over more of this with anyone willing to learn. I love helping people and I love seeing people reach their goals. Nothing is impossible. And this is the proof of it. 😉
If you have any interest in learning more about Shakeology, accountability groups, or anything related to what I talked about, please feel free to fill out this form and I will contact you as soon as possible! Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read my post. <3
So many times I have heard, “I’m too busy,” “I am a mom/dad,” “my kids take up all of my time,” “I can’t meal prep for myself, my husband, and my kids,”…the list goes on and on. And hey, I’ll give it to yea, it’s HARD! Being a new mom, and for the first time, has made me realize how much time I used to have for myself and my husband. But the thing is…I can still do the things I love WHILE being a Mommy. Being a wife and a mother is one of the best jobs I have ever had and working out is one of my biggest passions. So, why not combine them both?
Do what you love and do it without excuses. My son is my REASON I keep pushing myself. Someday, he’s going to be walking around with those little, chunky legs and will be watching me. But will he be watching me eating junk food on the couch indulging in Netflix, or will he be watching me be my healthiest, fittest, and HAPPIEST self. I want him to see that it takes hard work and motivation and that it IS possible, no matter what, to achieve your goals.
I am a wife. I am a mommy. I am a student. I am a coach. I am a full time Active Duty service member. And I am ABLE to reach my goals, as long as I keep pushing myself and doing my best, every day.
Are you ready to join me?
Please, feel free to contact me if you’re interested in changing your life!!!
Wow! It’s been awhile since I’ve last posted! I’m sure that taking so much time away from my blog is essentially blogger suicide but hey. What can I say? I’m a new mom. You can’t really blame me, can ya?
Currently, I’m just trying to get the hang of this whole mom thing and walking around like a zombie.
did you know that babies sleep a lot and never sleep at the same time?
That is so true. And I’m sure every new parent understands it.
So, here I am at another 1am feeding ( and I’m sure it will be another 3-5 before I finish this post) and I’m typing this out with my non dominant hand. This time I have come prepared with my iPad rather than trying to use my phone. 👍 and in honor of my Little One turning one month, I thought I would write about the first month of motherhood. Maybe, all the things I wish I’d known before becoming a mom…
Some of these may be like “duh…you didn’t know?” But really, some of these are not no brainers when it comes down to it.
1. Breastfeeding- it hurts. Think about it. A tiny human is sucking on your nipple and said nipple is actually hitting the roof of their mouth. Yeah, that’s how it works. It’s no wonder my nipples get so sore! A little tip…try to rough up the gals beforehand. How? I’m not too sure but I’m pretty sure that I would’ve benefited from it! Not only that, when the tatas start filling up with milk, you’re going to feel a different kind of heaviness. One where you’re in pain. Yup, that’s right. I’m talking about engorgement. You either gotta feed your baby or you gotta pump those things out. Trust me, you don’t want t to miss a feeding or a pump session. Also, during the first week, we went to see our lactation specialist and she warned me that days five-seven are engorgement days. I was so glad she told me that because it was definitely day five and I didn’t understand why my boobs felt like they may explode! I tried to feed my son as often as possible or I pumped. I felt so much better after that.
2. Most (if not all) babies know where to get food. I’m not an expert and I don’t know statistics but it seems to me that almost every newborn knows where to get milk from. Mainly because they can smell the milk but they know where to get it. I was so surprised. It’s not like I had to teach my son where my tatas were and how to get milk from them. He just knew and also knew how to work his mouth and tongue to get it. Unfortunately, he was a little lazy in the beginning and didn’t want to work to get the colostrum out. That lazy bum! So wee had problems BF in the beginning. Now, he’s learning to become a pro!
3. Be determined. I promise, this isn’t a post solely about breastfeeding. But, if you strongly believe in breastfeeding your child, then do it. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise….unless there’s a special reason that you can’t or shouldn’t. When I was in the hospital, every single. It’s that came into my room attempted to show me how to nurse him. They all had different theories and techniques for doing it and it was driving me insane. Seriously. Not everyone does things the same way. And since I was having some problems, things weren’t going so well. Then on the third day of being at the hospital, the lactation consultant (different from the one I talked about earlier) attempted to help me a couple times and when it. Didn’t always work the way she wanted it to, she walked back into my room with a hand pump and told me to give up trying and to start pumping. I didn’t do it. I just kept trying. After a few bumps in the road and a lot of tears (both. One and his) we are now on the right track to nursing. 😆
4. Babywearing – This isn’t a new thing out there, but it’s popularity is starting to soar. At least out here in California. I LOVE it. I wish I had learned more about it earlier! It’s all about being hands free and keeping your little one close to you. I am still learning a lot about babywearing, ring slings, woven wraps, and the million and one carries you can do. They ladies that I have met through this are awesome and they have just helped me in general with being a new mommy!
5. Babies can come early – Duh. I know, I know. Babies can come at ANY time but I didn’t think my baby was going to come 20 days early! He’s a very healthy boy and we couldn’t be happier. It was definitely scary that he came so early especially since I wasn’t fully prepared. I literally packed my hospital bag about 6 hours before I woke up with contractions. lol. It’s pretty crazy. Babies don’t follow your schedule. They will follow their own! So just be ready for anything!
6. Things happen fast – In the hospital, things can go pretty fast. This is my first baby, so I only have that experience to go off of. I honestly didn’t have much of a birth plan to go off of and at the same time, I am pretty sure it wouldn’t have mattered. My son came so quickly they barely talked to ME about what what going on. When you are in the hospital, make sure everyone is communicating with you or your spouse (or significant other). They really didn’t communicate with Jonathan or myself and it wasn’t good. They were rushing around and freaking us out and would’t let us figure out what’s going on. Definitely be vocal and make them vocal right back.
7. You can never start preparing too early – Really. You can’t. We started stocking up on diapers every time we went to the grocery store or went shopping in general. We bought different sizes and brands to help us prepare. We were told that you are able to trade in the packs if you needed a bigger size. So, we decided to do that! Turns out, we didn’t think we were going to have a small baby so we didn’t get very many newborns. He was a small baby and barely fit into the newborn diapers so we had to buy more anyway. haha. We also decided to sign up for AmazonMom. I definitely suggest looking into that before the baby comes. Diapers delivered right to your door and are so much cheaper than in stores. We bought a lot of clothes and got a lot of cheaper onesies and also got things for the nursery on Buy/Sell?trade sites. We didn’t see a need to buy things brand new since they probably wouldn’t be used for very long. So, I definitely recommend getting things secondhand.
8. Prepare the pup for a baby – We got our puppy Violet in the beginning of October and she was about a month old. We didn’t really look into preparing Violet for the coming of our son until about a month before he was born. We thought that we had plenty of time, but since our little one came early, we didn’t spend enough time training her! We started with playing tracks of a crying baby every once in awhile and I think she got used to it. But now we have noticed that Violet wants a lot of attention, mostly when we are holding our son. The hubby blames me for babying her too much. Hey. I couldn’t help it! She’s the first puppy I ever had and she is SO stinking’ cute!! 🙂 But yeah, there are a lot of sites online that will give you tips on how to get your puppy ready…check them out. Also don’t get a PUPPY so close to your due date. lol.
9. Read up – If there is anything you are wondering about or questioning, read up on it. Breastfed babies versus formula fed babies. Having a little boy? What about circumcision? These are just a couple of the things that I didn’t even bother looking up before I had my son. You have to look at the benefits, or the pros and cons to each situation. I am not going to sit here and tell you what you should and shouldn’t do, but I wish I had made some decisions before he was born. Knowledge is power. Did you just have a flashback to middle school when you heard that about ten times a day? Yeah, me too. But it’s true. That’s actually one thing I wish I could change…I wish I had seen more time doing my research.
I am sure there are SO many other things I could write about changing in the first month of being a mother. My life had changed, my body, hormones…oh man. The hormones. Those are STILL changing. There are probably many moms out there that can come across this and say “yup” or they can add to this list about 100 more things to share. I still could add more too, but come on. I started this post a few days before my son turned one month…and of course, here I am the day before he turns 5 weeks and I am just NOW finishing the post. Oh well. Motherhood! I’ll get more out eventually, but for now, this is what I have got!
Moms, care to share your experiences on your first month of motherhood?
It’s been one amazing and rocky month. I am excited to see what the future holds for us!
It’s crazy to think that less than two weeks ago, I had my son. My perfect, marvelous, wonderful, goofy son.
So many things in my life have changed. It’s not just that I became a mom, but everything that goes with it. The good, the bad, and the wonderful.
1. I no longer have a name. I mean, I do have a name. But it’s “Mommy” now. My husband and I call each other mommy and daddy especially when we are talking to our son. It just makes sense, I guess and maybe it will help him with his first words. We even started calling each other Mommy and Daddy when we were talking to our puppy, Violet. I guess in a way, we were practicing for when our son was here.
2. He spends A LOT of time hanging with “the gals.” Breastfeeding. Anyone that has done this, knows what I am talking about here. Lately, I’ve just felt like a walking boob. Literally. Daddy gets him while he’s awake and kind of plays around with him and gets to enjoy the silly faces a baby makes. I get the “I’m super hangry right now and I’m going to make it difficult for you to even feed me, even though I know I want to eat.” Yeah. It happens every night. I’m having a boxing match with my son to try to get him to nurse. Every. Single. Time.
3. You can do anything with one hand. I’m not kidding. I have had my son for less than two weeks and I am getting the hang of doing things with him tucked into one arm. I can’t imagine how well I am going to do when I have a few months under my belt! And when I say you can do anything with one hand, I mean it! I am currently typing this entire post, on my cell phone, with my non-dominate hand, while nursing my son…in the middle of the night. I never used one hand when I typed on my iPhone6. I was more of a two-handed texter. Now, I use one hand all the time. lol.
4. What is makeup? Is that a hairdryer?! Seriously. Ya’ll have seen my posts about makeup and I usually have a fairly done up face and my hair is always straightened. The first week after bringing my son home, my husband had to go back to work for the week. He didn’t take his 10 days of paternity leave until this past week. They needed him at work, so he was there. But I needed him here…oh well. It’s the way the cards were dealt. But in the first week, I don’t think I ran a brush through my hair, not even once. I didn’t do much of anything with it and I didn’t do my makeup either. I have short hair so my options on hairstyles were a little slim. I can’t just throw my hair into a ponytail. Trust me, I want to. And as for makeup? That all stays upstairs in the bathroom and won’t be used. haha. Well, I got to use some this week with all the appointments we had to go to and the hubby was home to take care of the little man. Here’s an example of my “I’m a new Mommy, don’t judge me” look.
5. Any feelings of privacy go out the window. I went into the hospital knowing that I wanted to be pretty private and covered up when visitors came by. Put a blanket over me while trying to nurse and try not to flash anyone when my gown flew open when I got out of bed. Well…that doesn’t really matter much after you have a baby. I mean, I was spread eagle with about 10 other people in the room and pushed out a human being through a small hole. I’m pretty sure that anyone that comes to visit me will understand it all. Now, I just whip the thing out and feed my kid. That’s what I’m supposed to do. Plus, I’m in my own home. So don’t mind me in my thin layered tank top with breast pads stuck to them, rather large sweat pants to cover the panty lines (they’re super comfy too), and the fact that I may walk around with my top underneath my boobs every now and then to air those babies out. Haha. I probably look like a hot mess.
Well, I have decided to leave it to these 5 points. I still can’t believe I am someone’s mommy. And it’s a wonderful blessing. I’m excited to see what’s up ahead for all of us in the future. 😍
Any other new moms out there?! Please share the things you’ve noticed about becoming a Mommy!!