Being a momma comes with a whole slew of things I never thought possible. For example:
You know you're a momma when....
.1. Privacy no longer exists in your world. You pee, you poop, and you shower with an audience. All.the.time. Oh, and let's not forget that you must entertain said audience at all times, no matter the circumstance. It doesn't matter that the avocado chicken quesadilla didn't sit well with your stomach. You HAVE to sing "The Wheels on the Bus" for the 1,000th time unless you are prepared for tears.
.2. A really nice present isn't a Tory Burch tote, but 8 hours of consecutive, uninterrupted sleep. Sleeping in till 8:30? Well, that's a bonus!
.3. You cry every time you see a Rogaine commercial, because you know that postpartum hair loss is real. You've lost so much hair that you fear your scalp won't ever recover. Bald isn't a good look for you, so, you cry some more.
.4. You've left the house only to realize you didn't put on deodorant and your hair looks more like a birds nest than a chic, effortlessly done, messy bun. You do this on more than one occasion, in the same week.
.5. You walk around wondering what that awful, terrible, sour, no-good smell is only to realize it's you. The little one spit up on you five hours ago and you still haven't changed. You realize it's in your hair, and you cry.
.6. You spend an hour at Target, fill up your cart, get to the cashier, pull out the diaper bag and realize your wallet isn't there. It is at home, on the kitchen counter, waiting for you to place it in said diaper bag. You apologize profusely, blame it on mommy brain, and skidaddle. You've done this twice; you just don't learn.
.7. You take off your socks before your shower and throw them in the trash can instead of the hamper (yes, this really happened).
.8. You cannot remember what you had for lunch, three hours ago, but if asked about your child's last bowel movement you can recall the time, color, texture, and approximate amount; you don't even flinch when asked.
.9. You get a manicure on Tuesday only to have your nails chip on Wednesday. Bottle washing will be the death of my cuticles.
.10. A wild night NOW consists of staying up past midnight, watching Empire on demand with your husband, all while folding five hundred loads of laundry.
You know you're a momma when you have the most chaotic of days and miss your little one while they sleep. You sit there and stare at their angelic face and wonder how you've made it this far in life without feeling this kind of love. You have no idea how you made it through the day, yet, you'd do it all over again, without hesitation. Because being a mother is more wonderful than you could ever have fathomed. You are exactly where you are meant to be.
xo
Renata
Absolutely hit every nail on the head. :) love this Post. Recently started my new blog that I've been meaning to get around to since I found out I was pregnant with our first little one. He is now 2 ! We put ourselves on hold because the new demands upon us are so much more exciting and rewarding than we could have ever anticipated :) if you get a chance to check out my blog www.lazysundaymama.wordpress.Com and instagram @theinspiredmama_
ReplyDeleteLook forward to hearing more from you ! We mama's need to support each other and stick together on this beautifully chaotic journey !
- samantha
The Inspired Mama
Hey! Yes, we mommas (even virtual ones) need to support, encourage, and inspire each other! Thank you, this momma gig is a balancing act, that's for sure. But, we need to pause every once in awhile and take care of ourselves; because a happy momma is a happy family. I will definitely check out your blog.
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Renata
Yes. Yes. And yes. Love it! My personal favorite is when a stranger points out dried boogers stuck to you. This has happened multiple times. In my hair, stuck to my chest, on my clothes. It's cute. But it really is an amazing kind of love so I will wear my dried boogers proudly. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love when strangers point things out. Hey, what's a little booger here and there, lol. The best was when we were out to lunch and it was time to nurse. So, I get all adjusted, bring Olivia into the fort. Well, she decided that the noise around her was way more distracting than her hunger. She starts to move around and I get a let down and soak my shirt. Needless to say, I smelled like breastmilk for the rest of lunch, good times, good times. Yet, I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.
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