Adjusting to Motherhood
Motherhood. One of the most overlooked things in our society yet also one of the most noble. Not saying if you are not a mother you are not noble, there are many noble things people can do!
Sitting down to write this blog is tricky, because I just recently became a mother. Not even a few sentences in and the sweet babe is needing some attention! I swear they know when you want to eat or go to the bathroom or do anything for yourself at all. But I am happy to respond to every need he has, albeit not always, but I know I am all he's got. (He has daddy too, but I take care of him at night since dad works.) Those smiles and giggles and even the sweet stares, make it all worth it. We are their world. What a crazy feeling. So far this is the schedule we have worked out for ourselves during the week that makes the days relatively blissful. Day starts between 3-4 am. He wakes up for a quick bottle and then I pump. That takes about an hour, at that point I have probably had 4-5 hours of sleep sometimes 6. Then we go back to bed for an hour or two. After we wake up the final time I change his diaper while warming up another bottle. After his breakfast he usually falls back asleep until 9, during this time I eat, pump, and clean. After he wakes up we do playtime and tummy time and then another bottle and he sleeps 11-2. I pump, eat, and clean some more!
All the nicknames! Bubba, papoos, papoosi, bubba goose, honey bear, honey, baby bear, big bear, buby, pooh bear, the list goes on!
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
-Apparently the list doesn't go on.-
I'm going to be real with y'all, if nothing can be a truer testament to the adjustment to motherhood let the fact that is has taken me over five months to accomplish this blog post. Woops. I did write a lot of other good stuff during that time however! And yes, I am writing this during nap-time, purposefully stiffening my fingers so as not to type too loudly.
My baby is awesome, he is teething, it's a whirlwind. He's been sleeping through the night since two months, and is the most well-behaved baby I have ever met. Seriously, every baby I have ever met, even the good ones, are not as good as my sweet boy. I am not meaning to be offensive! Babies are awesome and every baby is different! My baby just happens to be like his dad, super flippin' happy!
My adjustment to motherhood has been easy and hard all at once. I am twenty, not even twenty and a half, just twenty. I always thought at this stage in my life I would be living in dorms and going to college while dating a steady stream of returned missionaries. I know the impressions I had from the Lord however, and I know this is what I am meant to be doing. It is pretty easy to be a mom when your baby is so easygoing, but even so there are still hard moments. There is not as much mom judging as I would've thought, there is the occasional thing from a family member but no strangers so far. I didn't have postpartum depression, although I did get diagnosed with an anxiety thing, which as far as I know, does not relate to having a baby.
This isn't an advice post, it's not a cleaning post, it's just me and my motherhood journey so far. If there is any advice I have, it's to take a deep breath and know you are doing the best you can, and the best you know how. It's okay if dinner is from a box or a restaurant, it's okay if the house is destroyed, and it's okay if you look like a hot mess. I guarantee there is not one mother out there that hasn't had everything go downhill for a day or two, or way more. Breathe and be at peace. Happy mothering!
Sitting down to write this blog is tricky, because I just recently became a mother. Not even a few sentences in and the sweet babe is needing some attention! I swear they know when you want to eat or go to the bathroom or do anything for yourself at all. But I am happy to respond to every need he has, albeit not always, but I know I am all he's got. (He has daddy too, but I take care of him at night since dad works.) Those smiles and giggles and even the sweet stares, make it all worth it. We are their world. What a crazy feeling. So far this is the schedule we have worked out for ourselves during the week that makes the days relatively blissful. Day starts between 3-4 am. He wakes up for a quick bottle and then I pump. That takes about an hour, at that point I have probably had 4-5 hours of sleep sometimes 6. Then we go back to bed for an hour or two. After we wake up the final time I change his diaper while warming up another bottle. After his breakfast he usually falls back asleep until 9, during this time I eat, pump, and clean. After he wakes up we do playtime and tummy time and then another bottle and he sleeps 11-2. I pump, eat, and clean some more!
All the nicknames! Bubba, papoos, papoosi, bubba goose, honey bear, honey, baby bear, big bear, buby, pooh bear, the list goes on!
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
-Apparently the list doesn't go on.-
I'm going to be real with y'all, if nothing can be a truer testament to the adjustment to motherhood let the fact that is has taken me over five months to accomplish this blog post. Woops. I did write a lot of other good stuff during that time however! And yes, I am writing this during nap-time, purposefully stiffening my fingers so as not to type too loudly.
My baby is awesome, he is teething, it's a whirlwind. He's been sleeping through the night since two months, and is the most well-behaved baby I have ever met. Seriously, every baby I have ever met, even the good ones, are not as good as my sweet boy. I am not meaning to be offensive! Babies are awesome and every baby is different! My baby just happens to be like his dad, super flippin' happy!
My adjustment to motherhood has been easy and hard all at once. I am twenty, not even twenty and a half, just twenty. I always thought at this stage in my life I would be living in dorms and going to college while dating a steady stream of returned missionaries. I know the impressions I had from the Lord however, and I know this is what I am meant to be doing. It is pretty easy to be a mom when your baby is so easygoing, but even so there are still hard moments. There is not as much mom judging as I would've thought, there is the occasional thing from a family member but no strangers so far. I didn't have postpartum depression, although I did get diagnosed with an anxiety thing, which as far as I know, does not relate to having a baby.
This isn't an advice post, it's not a cleaning post, it's just me and my motherhood journey so far. If there is any advice I have, it's to take a deep breath and know you are doing the best you can, and the best you know how. It's okay if dinner is from a box or a restaurant, it's okay if the house is destroyed, and it's okay if you look like a hot mess. I guarantee there is not one mother out there that hasn't had everything go downhill for a day or two, or way more. Breathe and be at peace. Happy mothering!
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