Motherhood: the Good, the Gross, and Everything in Between

Jan 6, 2015 by

Last night I was in full-blown Super Mom mode, multi-tasking like a pro.  Seriously, you should have seen me: feeding the baby, playing with my three-year old, changing diapers, preparing clothes and food for the next day, all while cooking a New Year’s resolution-inspired healthy dinner for Hub and me.  Then in a second it all changed.

 The baby started crying, I picked him up and…

 Explosive diarrhea.  Projectile vomit.  EVERYWHERE.

I stood there in shock for a moment, dripping from head to toe in puke (not even an exaggeration; I have never seen so much bodily fluid come out of someone so tiny).  I looked down at him and he looked up at me.  He looked so scared, so I just held him to my chest as he grasped my soaked shirt.  I held him tight, kissed his wet hair and sticky cheek and promised him he was alright.  Mommy’s here, everything is ok baby.  In that brief, vomit-drenched moment, making him feel safe was all that mattered.  Shhh my baby boy, I got you….shhh.

This Year: Resolve to Make More Love

Jan 5, 2015 by

I realized as my alarm went off at 3:10am on January 1st that I had not made any resolutions for this year. I was up early because I had a plane to catch that would bring me and my family back from Florida to our real life in Connecticut. It’s time to jump back into the grind. Since becoming a mom, I’ve made some pretty elaborate New Year’s resolutions. However, I did stop calling them resolutions (i.e. – giving something up) and took a more positive spin by calling them “hopes.” They usually resolved around doing more things for myself (yoga, date nights, reading), for my kids (being more present, yelling less) or for my environment (recycling, composting, gardening).

The Only Thing That Matters

Dec 17, 2014 by

This past week was a tough one for me.  Both of my boys were sick.  They had horrible colds and coughs that kept them up at night, their noses turned into non-stop faucets, and the little one had an ear infection (probably for longer than he should have because I chalked up the fever to the cold.)  Oh yeah, and I was sick too, but as you know, we Mommies aren’t allowed to be sick.  So I chugged cough syrup, popped aspirins and spent the week not sleeping and covered in baby boogers.  Needless to say, it wasn’t my favorite week ever.

And then Sunday came.  December 14th.

How I Learned to “Be Present”

Nov 26, 2014 by

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Appreciate the little things. Time flies.  Know what’s really important. Keep things in perspective. Be present. I read blog post after blog post on these topics and every time I smile and nod in agreement. “Yes! Such an important message!” Then I turn my head away from my kids and go back to scrolling on my phone. “Aww! That puppy is so cute!” “Kim Kardashian did what?!” And so it goes. The other day I caught myself in a situation where my three year old and I were sitting next to each other on the couch both looking down at our phones. Three year old watching monster truck videos on YouTube, me browsing Facebook. And it hit me: this is not how I want to spend my time with my kids. It’s time to stop nodding in agreement to all those blog posts, and actually be present.

Nine Months

Nov 18, 2014 by

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Oh my sweet baby boy, you are nine months old now. You have officially been in this world longer than you have been in my belly. I have so many mixed emotions. I love seeing you grow and watch your personality develop. I love the proud look you get on your face when you discover a new trick, like pulling yourself up to a standing position or picking up a Puff all by yourself. On the other hand, my days of cradling a tiny newborn are over and I find myself longing for a time so recent, yet already so far away. Granted, we didn’t get off to a great start. When I first found out about you, I was surprised to say the least. You made me feel really sick for the first few weeks of our relationship. Then I started to feel you move inside of me. I felt little elbows, knees and fists. You moved all the time. Then the day came – your birthday – and we met face to face.

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