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What a difference a year makes

2 Mar

It’s old, cliche and true – what a difference a year makes. This time last year I was a sleep-deprived new mother wondering just how many outfits a newborn could go through in 1 day. I mean, seriously, have you seen how often an infant blows out a diaper – it’s beyond ridiculous. I was really wondering if I was ever going to get the hang of being a Mom. Changing a diaper is easy – its everything else that’s a problem.

Well, I’m happy to say that those long sleepless nights and wide eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look are gone. At least for the moment. This year has been a whirlwind of baby, baby and more baby. The milestones my little family has marked every month astonish me, and I couldn’t be happier to call the hubby and Baby R my own. Not everday is a fun day, but even the worst of days leave us smiling. There’s usually nothing a smile from Baby R or a squeeze from the hubby won’t fix.

My little girl is a toddler now – hard to imagine that just 13 months ago she was a little lump who cried, pooped and nursed a million times a day. Now she is a stubborn, independent, smiling little blondie with a knack for wrapping Daddy her around her finger and saying uh oh whenever she drops something over her highchair – on purpose.

7 months

2 Sep

It’s hard to believe that 7 months ago – at this very minute – I was bargaining with the anesthesiologist to please please give me another epidural. Alas, she said no, that two was my limit, and unfortunately I was going to have to push the baby out without more pain meds. And I (screaming the whole way) did. At 5:41 on February 2nd, Baby R arrived as a fat, healthy baby. It was hard to believe that within in 24 hours (ok, 9 months) I had become a mother. A few pushes and life changed forever.

And changed it has. No longer is everything about me or my husband or my job or anything else I deemed important at the time, but it’s centered around Baby R and the little family she created when she entered this world. It’s not up to my husband and I to figure out what to do anymore, it’s up to us to figure out how to help Baby R become the best person she can be. The changes, I find, are the most wonderful changes in the world. Not at all scary (ok, sometimes they are!) like people make them out to be when they speak to you in that dark, deep tone and say “nothing will ever be the same”. Well, duh!! That was the point! We were ready to leave behind our childhood, and create someone elses. We were grateful for the change, and looking back its hard to believe its only been 7 months. Certain days it feels like a minute, other days I can barely remember what it was like to not have a child.

I’ll never forget the definitive moment of “I’m having a baby, and I’m no longer a child” that to me, set a clear line of leaving my childhood behind, becoming responsible for someone else’s. I had progressed enough during the night that the Doctor had me wheeled into Labor and Delivery at about 9am (I was induced so my last night of Freedom was spent hanging out in the OB ward – fun!) and as I was saying goodbye to my family (hubby and my Mom would follow me in a bit) my Dad looked at me, gave me a hug and a kiss, said I love you and good luck. Right there, at that moment, I became I full-fledged adult. My “Daddy” was sending me off to become a Mom, and emotionally, sent me off into the great big world (bawling my eyes out I might add, damn hormones).

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve lived on my own since I graduated college, paid my own way (mostly!), got married and settled into life as a couple. But I always felt that kid-like exuberance and having Baby R, my kid-like exuberance turned into something much more concrete, fulfilling and satisfying. I’m not sure what it is, but I like it. Sure, some days I want to take off and not have a care in the world. But most days, I’m happy as can be focusing on my little family, and the wonderful changes Baby R has brought to it. Not only am I more complete, but my marriage is, my life is and I’m pretty sure that its only going to get better – so Happy Birthday Baby R!

Shoes, Spitup and what it means to be a Mom

31 Aug

I just looked at my shoes, and realized there is baby puke all over the left one. Lovely. Thinking back, I now remember not wiping it off after Baby R projectile vomited all over me last week. I took it off, cleaned up myself, her, the kitchen and anything else in the path and called it a day. Never thinking I should clean up the shoe that took the brunt of spitup fest. Oh well. And now, its been there for so long, I’m just leaving it there because – well, its old, its dry and lets face it – not as disgusting as would have been before I had a kid.

Not to say that I’m not still a clean freak (I am, much to my husbands glee and dismay) but little things don’t matter as much – nor do I have time to worry about such a little thing as my own shoes(!). I suppose that’s kind of what its like to be a Mom. The worrying and fretting I did before has now been placed elsewhere and I end up wearing a spitup covered shoe days later.


18 Aug

Baby R said Mama last night!! I know at 6 1/2 months she’s a little young to be talking per se, but she looked right at me, smiled and said Mama. I have to believe that my little darling knew exactly who she was talking to and what she was saying when those two little syllables popped out of her mouth.

Now, as most new parents – or even older ones – know waiting for your kid to speak is akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. You’re not sure when they’re going to talk, how much or how often, you just know that at some point their mouth will open and words will come out. Obviously, Baby R won’t be talking talking for a while, but for now that little “Mama” she’s making is music to my ears.

One of those days

17 Aug

This is one of those days where it kills me to be away from Baby R. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with her or me or anything serious, but after spending three whole days with her this weekend, going back to work this week was not easy.

Overall, as a working Mom, I’ve been fine leaving her with the nanny each day. Her nanny is a wonderful woman who loves her and she gets lots of hugs and kisses and playtime with her little friends. But there are some days – like today – when I just want to be a Mom. I don’t want to have to worry about client affairs, reports getting done or what strategy works best for this campaign. I just want to be home with my daughter. I want to be that Mom you see walking to the park, running errands and standing on the front porch waiting for Daddy to come home.

Obviously this little idyllic world I’ve just described is much more complicated. There are diaper changes, screaming fits, teeth announcing themselves, and other lovelies that come with being a parent on a day-to-day basis. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job (really I do) and I love being a working Mom – to me I get to have adult interaction and intelligent interactions, but I am still a Mom. I can provide for my child, support her, nurture her and watch her grow (she’s not a plant, I promise) all while being my professional self, and my Mom self. It’s a pretty neat thing that I have chosen to do – and am lucky enough to do – not only because I have a great husband, but because I work for a great company. It’s just that every once in a while, I want to be selfish and have Baby R all to myself for the day, and worry about nothing else other then what will the two of us do today?!

Right now, however, I’m going to settle for looking forward to the best part of my day. And, that is getting home and seeing that huge toothless grin and those fat little legs start to kick in excitement because Mommy is home. And that is why, right now, I really really want to be home.

Biohazard!! Everyone out of the water

3 Aug

So here I am sitting at the pool this past Saturday, enjoying a few hours (and by hours I mean maybe 1 hour and 15 minutes) away from the baby, and all of a sudden I hear the pool manager yell “Biohazard in the water, everybody out! Biohazard in the water, everybody out!”

Now, you want to clear out a pool with 30 people in it that is the way to go. So of course everyone is now staring at the pool manager and lifeguards wondering what is going on, and why are they staring so intently where some kids where swimming just a few moments before. Turns out, the biohazard was…you guessed it – poop! At least I’m pretty sure it was poop, they fished it out and tied it up in a plastic bag – just like when people curb their dogs, so I’m assuming it was poop.

As I was watching all of this go down, I couldn’t help but do 2 things – 1. laugh hysterically – hey it was funny! and 2. wonder if they were going to follow CDC guidelines for cleaning up such an incident. In full disclosure, I’m a bit more tuned in to this stuff because I’ve written for the American Chemistry Council’s Healthy Pools blog, so of course I HAD to observe what the lifeguards were doing to get the water back in shape. I mean, here was my job, literally coming to life in front of me.

So not only was everyone out of the water, lickity split, the lifeguards actually seemed to follow the guidelines for treating the water, keeping everyone out for a specific period of time (for this “biohazard” it was 1 hour) and luckily, for the kiddies, didn’t go around asking people who had done it. Whether or not the pool people would go around trying to figure it out I’m not sure, but if I was the offender (I wasn’t) I would be off somewhere, tail between my legs, contemplating never showing my face at the pool again.

Impressively enough, I used my test strips to check the water afterwards, and the pH and CH levels were right in line with where they should be. Didn’t mean I was going to go swimming (I did have to get back to Baby R), but the moral of the story is … “Don’t poop in the pool!” 

I’ll tell you this – as much as I COULD NOT stop laughing – I seriously had tears running down my face – apparently even at my age bathroom humor is funny – I hope that I never see or hear a person yell “Biohazard in the water, Everybody out!” Because when I do – it will be too soon.

Cover Up?!

3 Aug

I already feel enough like Bessie the Cow with this whole nursing thing, so I don’t cover up unless I know I’ll make someone uncomfortable (besides –  its H-O-T-T in DC), but if you DO cover up – you’ll want to check out UdderCovers because in celebration of World BreastFeeding Week (this week!) they are offering any of their nursing covers for free (regularly $32) you just need to pay shipping costs. So head on over, and check it out!

In case some of you were wondering, I have seen the posts about the unreliability, shall we say, about this offer, but I found this post from Wonder Mom Envy, and I think it addresses the concerns pretty well.

Happy Shopping!

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