Let's go ahead and bust this myth. When you have one child, every parent that has two tells you it's easier to have two because they play with each other. Do not believe this! They are just telling you this to get you to buy the ticket to crazy town. I will repeat, they are lying straight through their teeth. I think they want more people in their club.
So, when I had one child I did not know how easy I had it. Don't get me wrong, one is hard; but two, I can't even begin to think about the ones who have three, four, and five. Now that I have two, there are about 30 second long breaks. You put one down, you sit on the couch and relish the quiet and just breath in and out and wait for the call to action. One down and one up, rinse and repeat this over and over again. There is no sitting on the couch for you. "Mommy, I need this"; "mommy, I need that". I know this will go away when I do not have small children, but for now this is my destiny. The constant struggle of trying to find enough quiet minutes in the day.
I laugh because people can't wait for the weekend, not me. I love my work. I love the quiet and peace of the day. They make you sit in your chair in one place all day. For me, this is a fabulous thing. I never get to sit in one place for more than 5 minutes at home. I mean they pay me to sit still. There is no one saying, "I'm hungry" or "I'm thirsty". Three day weekends are killers. I have caught myself counting down to the time I'll be in my happy quiet place at work. I can say butt and stupid all day long, as these are adult words. Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but they sure are needy. I think that being a working mom is easier than staying home. Props to all you moms that can do it. Matisse and I need our time apart, we have a better relationship for it.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Lactating
This is a fun subject, remember you are reading out of your own accord. Lactating.
Your boobs have been just boobs to you your whole life, until you become pregnant. Then they turn into the babies main food source. It is one of the strangest experiences of your life. All the sudden there is milk leaking out at all times, they have a mind of their own. They are almost like a kid you have to potty train and get to behave. Once you become a mother who chooses to breast feed your child, it is a whole other world.
I personally am a mother that enjoys the process and feels like it is such a natural part of being a mother. That being said, throw your pride out the window. I have never leaked on myself so many times in public. I'm the type of mother that has an ample amount of milk, maybe enough to help with the hunger problem in Africa. I have hugged people before and left wet spots. I was paying at target and felt something dripping on my foot, guess what it was. Yes, milk leaking through my shirt. How is that even possible?
This is a great story, read at your own risk. Right after I had Matisse I was in the hospital. The lactation specialists had come to see how I was doing. My milk had not come in yet. While she was there we were trying to feed her. All the sudden I started squirting milk out in every direction. This lady, I didn't even know her name, grabbed Matisse's head and put her on one boob. Then all the sudden, both boobs were just available to this random lady. She grabs a cup and starts to catch the milk coming out of the other one. I was in shock and just needed a second to myself , so I handed Matisse to her and got up. I have no clue what I was doing but I needed a second to regroup. I looked up to see myself in the hospital gown leaking milk in every direction. I mean if this is not a welcoming mat into motherhood, I do not know how else you would start it.
They say don't cry over spilled milk, but when you have made it yourself then you almost want too. It is a lot of work. That brings the subject of pumping, if you are a working mom then this is how you take care of business. It is the strangest thing, putting this machine on your breasts to extract the milk. Then you figure out which pump is best, which one you have breast pump envy over (you can tell by the carrying case). Certain breast pumps cost 300 bucks, which means you can do two boobs at once. That gets it done in half the time. Then there are the ones that have only one pump and you have to rotate, those are still 150. So very important to do your research. I mean this machine knows your breasts way better then your husband ever will.
Your boobs have been just boobs to you your whole life, until you become pregnant. Then they turn into the babies main food source. It is one of the strangest experiences of your life. All the sudden there is milk leaking out at all times, they have a mind of their own. They are almost like a kid you have to potty train and get to behave. Once you become a mother who chooses to breast feed your child, it is a whole other world.
I personally am a mother that enjoys the process and feels like it is such a natural part of being a mother. That being said, throw your pride out the window. I have never leaked on myself so many times in public. I'm the type of mother that has an ample amount of milk, maybe enough to help with the hunger problem in Africa. I have hugged people before and left wet spots. I was paying at target and felt something dripping on my foot, guess what it was. Yes, milk leaking through my shirt. How is that even possible?
This is a great story, read at your own risk. Right after I had Matisse I was in the hospital. The lactation specialists had come to see how I was doing. My milk had not come in yet. While she was there we were trying to feed her. All the sudden I started squirting milk out in every direction. This lady, I didn't even know her name, grabbed Matisse's head and put her on one boob. Then all the sudden, both boobs were just available to this random lady. She grabs a cup and starts to catch the milk coming out of the other one. I was in shock and just needed a second to myself , so I handed Matisse to her and got up. I have no clue what I was doing but I needed a second to regroup. I looked up to see myself in the hospital gown leaking milk in every direction. I mean if this is not a welcoming mat into motherhood, I do not know how else you would start it.
They say don't cry over spilled milk, but when you have made it yourself then you almost want too. It is a lot of work. That brings the subject of pumping, if you are a working mom then this is how you take care of business. It is the strangest thing, putting this machine on your breasts to extract the milk. Then you figure out which pump is best, which one you have breast pump envy over (you can tell by the carrying case). Certain breast pumps cost 300 bucks, which means you can do two boobs at once. That gets it done in half the time. Then there are the ones that have only one pump and you have to rotate, those are still 150. So very important to do your research. I mean this machine knows your breasts way better then your husband ever will.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sleep, that is a funny thing. I have never been so sleep deprived in my whole entire life. When I was a stay at home mom, life was a little easier. I've gotten to the point that I require only about 5 hours of sleep to survive. It is amazing what the human body can accomplish on such little sleep. I almost feel like I'm in very bad crazy dream where no one will let you close you eyes, and if you do only for a few minutes. Just enough to keep you going.
It really has turned into a mental thing, if you choose not to accept how much sleep your body received, then you will not be tired. That is at least my theory. Remember, I'm not getting much sleep. When I'm up in the middle of the night trying to get a crying baby to sleep or rocking Matisse because she has growing pains. I have never been so jealous of all the people I know sleeping soundly in their beds and I'm not even a jealous person. Sleep, though that is my weak spot. I'm so jealous of people who receive 8 hours of sleep a night.
Michael and I never fight, but we do fight about sleep. The only times we have ever gotten anger with each other was over sleep. Mostly it is me getting anger because I'm awake and he is asleep. My favorite is when you get up in the morning and your spouse sleeps in, that is a good one. Who gets to sleep in the one who works or the mom. The mom never has time off vs the dad's set work hours. It is tricky. I highly suggest a plan for sleep or the lack thereof rotating mornings, trade off nap times, or rotating feedings.
My favorite things that happen in the middle of the night is the yelling, "Go to bed." That is the sign for the other spouse to step in because the current one handling the situation is at a breaking point and can do no good. Another oldie but goody is waking up and your eyes are burning because you are so tired, but have to start your day.
I love how the husband never hears the child supposedly. I don't know for a fact, but if had to guess a good percentage do not hear the child or will not admit to it. The theory can not be tested properly because men work so you get up to be polite, but guess what even if you work you are the one getting up. I know it is absolutely ridiculous how they pretend so well. I've tried that game before, where you act like your asleep. I think the woman as more compassion for the child and will always lose at that game.
I cannot wait till the day I get 8 straight hours.
It really has turned into a mental thing, if you choose not to accept how much sleep your body received, then you will not be tired. That is at least my theory. Remember, I'm not getting much sleep. When I'm up in the middle of the night trying to get a crying baby to sleep or rocking Matisse because she has growing pains. I have never been so jealous of all the people I know sleeping soundly in their beds and I'm not even a jealous person. Sleep, though that is my weak spot. I'm so jealous of people who receive 8 hours of sleep a night.
Michael and I never fight, but we do fight about sleep. The only times we have ever gotten anger with each other was over sleep. Mostly it is me getting anger because I'm awake and he is asleep. My favorite is when you get up in the morning and your spouse sleeps in, that is a good one. Who gets to sleep in the one who works or the mom. The mom never has time off vs the dad's set work hours. It is tricky. I highly suggest a plan for sleep or the lack thereof rotating mornings, trade off nap times, or rotating feedings.
My favorite things that happen in the middle of the night is the yelling, "Go to bed." That is the sign for the other spouse to step in because the current one handling the situation is at a breaking point and can do no good. Another oldie but goody is waking up and your eyes are burning because you are so tired, but have to start your day.
I love how the husband never hears the child supposedly. I don't know for a fact, but if had to guess a good percentage do not hear the child or will not admit to it. The theory can not be tested properly because men work so you get up to be polite, but guess what even if you work you are the one getting up. I know it is absolutely ridiculous how they pretend so well. I've tried that game before, where you act like your asleep. I think the woman as more compassion for the child and will always lose at that game.
I cannot wait till the day I get 8 straight hours.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Cheetos for Breakfast
I have been throwing around the idea of writing a book, and this is the start to see if it will be worth a shot. The book would be entitled "Cheetos for breakfast". The idea is that as a mother you have all these ideas about the perfect and wonderful experience it will be, but someone forgot to mention the ticket you receive that sends you straight to crazy town (blog url name).
Catching poop in a cup because you didn't want it to fall in the bath water, and being excited about it. Letting your daughter pee her pants in the car because you didn't want to get your newborn out in an utterly gross bathroom. How many times I have lactated on myself in public?
Cheetos for breakfast was one of the defining moments in motherhood. When my daughter looked at me and asked (at 7am when she had had no breakfast) "Can I have Cheetos". I of course, with a slight hesitation, said yes. I was tired and somehow didn't have the strength to explain why she couldn't have Cheetos for breakfast. If you ever told me that I would give my child Cheetos for breakfast I would have laughed in your face, as that is quite ridiculous, but I did.
I hope this blogs entertains mothers old and new. It is mostly for entertainment purposes as I doubt I have very many serious bones in my body. Those bones are used up at work, anyways.
I hope you enjoy and would love your feedback.
Catching poop in a cup because you didn't want it to fall in the bath water, and being excited about it. Letting your daughter pee her pants in the car because you didn't want to get your newborn out in an utterly gross bathroom. How many times I have lactated on myself in public?
Cheetos for breakfast was one of the defining moments in motherhood. When my daughter looked at me and asked (at 7am when she had had no breakfast) "Can I have Cheetos". I of course, with a slight hesitation, said yes. I was tired and somehow didn't have the strength to explain why she couldn't have Cheetos for breakfast. If you ever told me that I would give my child Cheetos for breakfast I would have laughed in your face, as that is quite ridiculous, but I did.
I hope this blogs entertains mothers old and new. It is mostly for entertainment purposes as I doubt I have very many serious bones in my body. Those bones are used up at work, anyways.
I hope you enjoy and would love your feedback.
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