I have a now 3 year old son and a 6 month old baby. They are a wonderful blessing to our lives and I would never want them to go back (they have been pushed out and will stay out forever) BUT some days I wish I could reverse time and not do whatever I did to my mother for her to put this terrible curse upon me and my future offspring. Do I really think it would help? no, but thinking that it might is a little comforting.
I have changed a lot over the last 1.5 years. I am now a mom of two wonderful children. I have been married for 5 years and I am that much closer to 30 (not as close as my hubby). I was in the kitchen and I realized that I have become the mother that I used to mock. I would look at my husband and say if I ever become like that shoot me (its like the "if I get fat shoot me" kinda thing.) Need an example?
I make baby food for my youngest son.
After his last stay in the hospital he was put on a medication to help with the seizures and we have to administer it with some form of food. He doesn't do well with spoon feeding and that was a very slow process. Even after 6 weeks of work he will eat with a spoon at night but not in the morning and only with a rubber tipped spoon. The baby food has to be made a special way with so many parts boob juice (gasp she said boob) and so much fruit and a touch of rice cereal (so he gets his iron). If it is too thick or grainy he will not eat it. This little bugger will clamp down his gums so tight. We went through jars and jars of baby food trying to find what he likes (total waste of money even though it's 50 cents a jar that adds up) and finally my husband suggested adding boob juice and little bit of fruit and slowly adding more fruit to the mix, it was the best most genius idea ever and I think I fell more in love with him that night. So yes I make baby food for my kid. I NEVER dreamed I would do that (i really am too lazy in reality)
I cloth diaper my child.
Ollie wears cloth diapers. My oldest did not. We filled those landfills with reusable diapers with my oldest and I really didn't care. (i kinda love the smell of disposable diapers, they remind me of babies). Our daycare wouldn't even take cloth in the first place. Problem? Gabe had insane diaper rash that was impossible to cure for almost 2 solid years. Potty training finally cure the problem. We couldn't figure out why even though we changed him every hour on the hour he still had a massive red butt. Ollie hasn't had a rash since he came home from the hospital and was put in cloth diapers. I don't do it because I want to save the planet, I do it because my poor children can't stand what is in the disposable diapers and getting chlorine free or whatever disposables in more expensive that getting my hands dirty (literally, I mean poo everywhere) I never really thought I would follow through with cloth but I love it!! (I really am too lazy in reality)
I am overprotective of my children.
I love my kids and I can't imagine anything happening to them. I am really very protective of my youngest for reasons previously stated in my blog. I kinda panic when I think about leaving him alone with someone who doesn't "know" him. I have an entire book dedicated to Ollies medical history and it goes with me everywhere. I literally bombard my pediatrician every time I see them with a list (yes I make a list) of stuff that I am concerned about (like a small itty bitty dry spot on his skin that won't clear up and all that we need to do is leave it alone) I freak out if he has a clogged nose and has trouble breathing and goes to bed sounding congested. I literally found myself sleep walking last night checking on him more than once (i really have a problem) I am way more laid back with Gabe but I will still ask if I feel it is necessary. Don't you even start to tell me that my kid is behind or should be doing this at this age I will crawl up your back!!!
I put my kids first
I don't need to really explain that one. I have gained way too much weight that I am having trouble losing all because I want my kid to eat dinner so it is made up of things my kid will eat too. Salad does not sound appetizing to me when I have had a long day visiting doctors or fighting with my child to pick up his toys. (for the 100th time that day)
soooooo....now that I sound crazy let me tell you something. I'm a MOM!!!!! I know what is best for my kids. I don't just get a bug up my butt and decide that something is wrong, I listen, watch, and learn. If I feel something is not right I will investigate it.
To all mommies out there. I am a crazy psycho Mom. I love my kids way too much. I have a super strict routine that can not be messed with. I like things done a certain way and at a certain time. I go out of my way to make sure that my kids are comfortable and taken care of. I can't really talk about much other than my kids (really seriously) they consume my life. I work hard to make sure that I am available at all times (even when I am POOPING!!!!!) At some time during the day I have a child on my boob, hanging on to my leg, sliding down my lap (i really hate that one) or I'm just sitting on the couch staring off in to space because I literally can not think or function and need one moment of sanity. I literally have eyes on me at all times of the day. I don't like to take naps because I feel like that is a wast of me time gone down the drain. I strive to make sure that all the laundry is clean folded and put away and the house is vacuumed. I try to make sure there is not pee on the floor or that the bathroom doesn't smell like boy in case someone decides to visit (which doesn't usually happen) I constantly feel like I am cooking, cleaning, and feeding the never ending pits everyday all day long.
Some days I feel so run down that getting out of bed is a chore but I do it anyways because the two little leaches would starve, run around naked, and die without me.
I give moms out there a high five and all the respect I can muster up. Never did we appreciate your hard work and dedication to us children. We caused you to have sleepless nights, Grow premature gray hair, and get a heart attack at least once a week. We caused the dreaded curse to be uttered from you lips to us (more than once) and we just laugh it off. Thank you for teaching us what love truly is. Thank you for cleaning up my vomit and poo. Thank you for letting me have a conversation while you were in the bathroom trying to get some privacy during a very private moment. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for teaching me that no matter what I am strong enough to be a good mom to my kids (and that occasionally cursing them with terrible offspring isn't so bad after all)
