I know I’ve said it a bunch of times already, but being a
new mom is not easy! When I'm particularly stressed out or feeling sorry for
myself, I try to remember that I'm not alone, other people have survived theses
same “new mommy” moments.
For example, last night while attempting to nurse a fussy
baby--that would latch on for two minutes, then turn his head 180 degrees with
my nipple still on his mouth, REPEATEDLY--instead of crying, I had a bout of
psychotic laughter, then thought how many of us are going through this right
now this very minute? At 6 million babies born in the States each year alone,
and when you factor in the world… No way am I the only one at 3:30am having my
nipple ripped off!
What can
I say? It’s true, misery does love company. I throw a big fat pity party in my
head, and think of all the people I can invite by imagining…
At this very moment, how many of us are…
- Trying
to nurse a teething baby, who is hungry, but for some friggin reason is
just not interested in eating.
- Changing
a diaper blowout at 4am and geting peed on.
- Trying
to pump just 5 ounces in less than 4 hours. (SO annoying)
- Still
begging their 5-month old baby to please consistently sleep through the
night.
- Lying
in bed at 6:30 in the morning, praying to God that your baby will change
his mind and go back to sleep.
- Secretly
wishing for a weekend spa getaway, ALONE, to just sleep in silence.
- Still
fighting the war on pregnancy weight loss at 6 months postpartum… in
maternity clothes no less.
- Thinking
that the promise of, “breastfeeding will help with weight loss,” is total
bullshit!
- Still
want to punch their husband. In the face. Very hard. (Damn hormones. ; p)
- Picking
up baby toys for the hundredth time, only to get them right back out the
next day.
- Suffering
from chronic back pain, due leaning over the crib, lifting a fat wet baby
out of the bathtub, bouncing, rocking, holding and carrying the buddle of
fat joy.
- Starring
at the bedroom ceiling at 1 o’clock in the morning, because they cannot
fall asleep… after spending the
entire freaking day dreaming of sleep. It’s crap! I know the ceiling of my
bedroom better than my own damn face! I need sleep training.
- Wish
the Super Nanny would turn up at the front door, ready to train dad to be
a super nanny, while you sleep like a baby the whole week.
I could seriously go on and on with this list. I love being a mom I do… BUT…. I just
need a freaking break sometimes.
My only problem is that I am too much of a control freak to let go and
go out and enjoy myself. I keep
thinking that one day I will not care, call up one of my family members, scream
MAYDAY, and go out for a few hours...
