I was going to write a Totally Truthful Thursday: Mom Edition post, but let’s be honest, my days are blurred together and the only two times of day I know are light and dark. So, today we’re going to have a Totally Truthful Thursday: Monday Edition post.
(Parenthood: the place where Type A personalities go to die.)
Thursday Monday: New Mom Edition
// I am covered in spit up, but I’m not even considering changing my clothes. Why? Because it’s going to happen a million more times today, and frankly, I don’t feel like adding extra clothes to the ever-growing laundry pile.
// Currently, my life consists of two daily goals: showering and keeping Jack alive and well. Anything else is icing on the cake, my friends. Icing. on. the. cake.
// The other night I showered and put on make up and put on real clothes (so much icing on this cake) and spent a few hours with my lady friends for the first time since Jack was born. I was so thankful to leave the baby with Cory (for the first time) and get out of the house. Alone.
// I’m exclusively breastfeeding, but yesterday we introduced Jack to a beautiful, beautiful bottle. I sat next to Cory while he fed Jack and I almost cried – tears of sadness because I wasn’t the one feeding him and tears of joy because I WASN’T THE ONE FEEDING HIM!
// I know everyone’s postpartum journey is different, but I haven’t been focusing at all on getting my body “back.” I’m not cleared to exercise, and I’m focused on fueling my body for breastfeeding. And as far as I’m concerned, three and a half weeks ago, my body accomplished the most miraculous thing ever; to shame it would be downright insane. That said, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t thrilled when three weeks postpartum the number on the scale returned to my pre-pregnancy weight. On the flip side, it just proves that the number on the scale is a useless litmus test of “body after baby” because I weigh the same, but everything is different. Nothing fits me like it used to, but I honestly do not care. I feel great!
// I’ve been having so much “real talk” about new motherhood with a select few, and it’s made all the difference to my sanity. As soon as I’m out of this fog and have time to reflect, I plan to put a voice to the silent truths of being a new mom. No, it’s not always pretty, but no woman deserves to feel crazy or like a bad mother because she doesn’t enjoy every minute of having an infant.
// When do babies start smiling at you? When Jack smiles, I know it’s because he’s farting, not because he recognizes me. (That doesn’t mean I don’t tell myself differently…)
// I sit on the couch for the better part of the day cuddling my sweet baby. This means I’m watching a lot of Netflix. I’ll probably finish Season 3 of Revenge this week. I’m putting out a call for series recommendations now. Help a sister out.
// I’m so tired.