…maybe it’s mom bod. That’s a thing, right? Where you have bags under your eyes, hair in a bun, belly pooch and stretch marked thighs? No? Well, dang it.
The looks say it all. “Can you shut up that baby?”, “What’d she do? Pinch it?”, “You need to take that crying one outside”, “That poor thing.” It’s something that every mother has gone through. That moment when your baby loses their shit right in the middle of the store.
While being a mom is hard, there’s a close second that comes to mind: breastfeeding. You want to do what’s natural and the utmost best for your baby, but it comes with practice. And lots of it.
To say fourth months was rough would be an understatement. Never again in my life will I say babies have it easy. The amount of mental developments going on inside their little brains make so much sense now as to why they’re fussy or moody. Continue reading
“When does she start getting fun?” is the question my husband jokingly asked one evening during one of Bailee’s witching hour montages. I just smiled at him and said, “What’s not fun about a fussy baby?!” Continue reading
Having a baby has definitely changed my life and the way I go about my every day business. My world is so focused on keeping this tiny human happy and alive, that everything else is thrown on the back burner. Dishes, laundry, vacuuming, etc. I mean, it’ll get done eventually, by either me or Matt (okay, so it’s usually him). But I’m over here Continue reading
“It’ll be hard, but worth it”, they said. However, they failed to mention how ridiculously draining the first few weeks are. Nothing in my life could have ever prepared me for having a baby, and that’s some scary s*%t.
What made it even harder was recovering from a C-section. You’re pretty much on bed rest for Continue reading
It was 3 in the morning. My alarm was set to go off at 4. As I laid on the couch, my mind was racing. So many thoughts rushed through my head. I needed to go back to sleep, I had a long day ahead of me. But that wasn’t happening. Continue reading
I found myself saying this almost every week of my pregnancy. I refused to be one of those women who used her pregnancy as a crutch. I wanted to be as independent as possible while carrying this child. Continue reading
…then comes marriage. Wait, that’s not how it goes. Whoops?
We all have a timeline plan of our lives set out for the big stuff (i.e. marriage, kids, job, etc.), whether we want to admit it or not. We want to have that adult career, then find our soulmate, marry them and Continue reading