Self care. It’s a weird phrase. It sounds a little selfish or narcissistic to be throwing around a phrase like that all the time, but it’s something I’m developing a deep belief in. Self care is essential for everyone, especially moms. My whole life I looked forward to being a mom. But when I got […]
To be fair, I didn’t do this of my own volition. I was coerced into it by my therapist.
I love love love babies and kids and have always wanted to be a mother.
Evenings when the hubby is gone at meetings are so hard and make the long days even longer. Sometimes you just have to say “To heck!” with all your mommy ideals, let go of the guilt, and go into survival mode so you don’t lose your mind trying to hold down the fort on your own.
Today* I was feeding my 3 month old baby a bottle. He was hungry, and he was downing it. But I stopped him halfway through to burp him because he has a tendency to get gassy. Like, screaming in pain, gassy. And he spits up so much we’re worried that he doesn’t get any nutrition. […]
It’s at once a glorious and heinous place to be.
It was a rough week in which I had to scale back in a few areas and try to just make it through doing the essentials. One of those essentials was taking time for my husband.
Ever since I became a mom 17 years ago, I’ve had an unofficial list of ideals that never actually materialized. I thought these mom ideals would make me and my kids happy. But I’ve realized over the years that these elusive “shoulds” aren’t really necessary to raising healthy, happy, children.
When that right one comes along, you don’t want to miss it, and thank goodness I didn’t.
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