Hello friends! It’s been nearly 5 months since my last post! Why? Well, if you’re a mother, you know why, and if you’re not…let me enlighten you.
My day looks a little something like this:
0600 wake up with little man
0601 entertain little man until he’s ready to eat
0700 ear-piercing screams and a soaked in drool shoulder… Little man is ready to eat
0730 Disney junior…need I say more?
0800 ear-piercing screams, eye rubbing, nuzzling against my chest pillows, little man is ready for a nap
0830 zzzzzzzzzzzzz, the snoring is coming from me…
1000 “meh…meh…meh…meh…ugh…” Little man is ready to go
And repeat the last 4 hours for the rest of the day until he’s finally ready to sleep for the night
I have no time to do anything. For months, he hated his stroller, hated his carseat, hated being put down….it’s been blissfully chaotic.
Did i mention I’ve also gone back to work? Oh the joys of pumping in a bathroom on an airplane…sounds so fabulous right? You would be absolutely correct. There is something empowering about being able to pump 10 ounces of milk in 15minutes in the only bathroom on the plane. I feel accomplished and exhausted at the same time…like running a marathon.
The past 5 months have been a roller coaster. No joke. There have been ups and downs, ins and outs, diagonals and sideways. There are times when I’ve cried, felt like banging my head against the wall, and ripping my chesticles off, but alas…I wouldn’t have it any other way. In case you are a new mom like me, fear not, you are not alone, I haven’t got a stinkin clue what I’m doing either.
Little man has come a long way since his immobile stationary first days at home…now he’s rolling over, starting to sit up, reaching for toys, and yes still gnawing on my nips. It’s amazing how fast time has gone by. I had every intention of marking his accomplishments on this blog…obviously that didn’t pan out. Being a mom is hard….I’m in complete survival mode.
I was uber selfish with my son when he was born, I wanted to do it all, I wanted to be the one there for him, and I was. I realized eventually that sleep was important and I needed it, so I started delegating tasks to mi familia, best decision ever. Now I can dig my nose in peace and quiet. Ill be honest though, being selfish with him was also a really great decision, we bonded, we learned about each other, we pushed each others buttons, we learned what makes each other laugh and cry, when we needed to be alone, etc.
It’s been 5 months of firsts and I can’t wait for the next 6 months.
Does he sleep through the night? Nope. Which means if you’re not my son, I’m pretty much the biggest B in the whole wide world while I’m awake.
How big is he? Brutha is nearly 20lbs at 4.5 months old, he’s got thunderthighs, and I laaaaaavvvv it!
Does your back hurt? Chya! Between my boobs, the epi, and carrying him and letting him sleep on me, my back will never be the same…I fear ill be the little old lady who stares at her feet all day. 😦
Holy boobs! Yea that’s not a question…but I get that comment on the daily.
Are you breastfeeding? Yes, and let me tell you, its a pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t have it any other way….my boobs may sag to my feet when I get old but that’s why we have bras. I will also say that it hurts like a B in the beginning and my son likes to clamp down every so often…no bueno. Word of advice…nip that in the bud…pun intended.