Happy Friday and Happy November! Time for a 3 month mommyhood update.
This morning I watched a segment on The Today Show that showed a bunch of women talking about their insecurities as mothers. Their number one wish? More patience. And amen to that. I think every woman, mother or not, wants that. They followed up their personal interviews by showing videos of their children talking about the things they love most about their moms. Responses varied from “she’s pretty” to “she’s my hero” to “she cooks for me a lot.” But there was one little boy who said his mom was “his heart” because they are so close. I melted. What I loved most about the segment was the realization that while moms tend to focus on the negative, here are their kids, who still think the world of them despite it all. Kiddos just truly love their mamas – at least at these young ages.
Although sometimes, there are babies like this one, who are just moved to tears by your mothering skills
Emery is my best boy. I love love love him more than I know what to do with. And in no way do I regret my decision to stay home with him. But being with him 24 hours a day 7 days a week is proving to be very challenging. Just as I suspected, SAHM-ing is HARD.
I’ve been blessed to have a very happy, healthy baby. For the past 3 months, he has woken up each morning with a huge smile on his face, snuggles, plays his little heart out for 75% of the day, and is just a joy to be with. But it seems as though ever since he hit the 3-month mark, he’s changed a bit. Maybe its the formation of a personality behind these changes. Maybe it’s a growth spurt. Either way, he’s developed a sort of sassiness that I’m having trouble managing. This sassiness consists of intermittent breakdowns and inconsolable crying. Crocodile tears and hard cries that are basically the death of this mom’s confidence in short bursts. No! I don’t want to eat. No! I don’t want my paci. No! No! No! I guess I should get used to these tantrums as I’m sure there are TONS more to come. But the transition from happy to miserable in such a short amount of time is maddening. For him and I both. I worry that he’s sick, though there’s no convincing evidence of such – no fever, cough, etc. Even though it’s early, I really think he’s starting to teethe, though there aren’t any signs of teeth (yet). There’s a whole lot of drooling and hand sucking going on. I’m telling you, being in the medical field is not overly beneficial in mommy hood bc all I am is a huge hypochondriac.
I know some of my frustrations stem from not getting out of the house as much as I should. Whether that’s to Target, the grocery store, the new house, or the gym. I think I choose to stay in more often than not partly because I worry about a public baby breakdown. But I guess what I have yet to realize is that he’s a baby. Crying happens. As does poop. So I need to suck it up and get that fresh air we both so desperately need every now and again. Just promise not to judge if you find us both in the Target dressing room bawling our eyes out I’m happy to report that we just got back from a mini shopping trip and despite some belly cries as soon as we left the house, I had a good baby on my hands. We even took a little time to visit Daddy at work.
Writing all of this down is making it overly apparent that I need to take some time for myself every now and then. Not only is it important, but it’s healthy. I still would LOVE some advice as to how to make it out of this fussy/ teething/ crying phase alive. And with some sort of sanity.
Now some positives!
E absolutely LOVES his Daddy. Like, it’s adorable to see. Every night when he gets home from work, it’s like a new baby has replaced my fussy one. He looks at him with such admiration and it’s pretty darn precious. And vice versa. I can’t get enough of these boys.
E “celebrated” his first Halloween yesterday! If by celebrating, you mean that he got dressed up in his costumes for a total of 30 minutes while Mommy took pictures and said ‘Boo’ This year definitely wasn’t all that exciting, but it’s fun to think about how it’ll be next year!
Round One: Pirate! (circa 1989, originally worn by Uncle Anthony)
Round Two: Dragon! (thanks Aunt Cheryl!)
We also took a Halloween trip to Grandma and Grandpa’s this past weekend where he dressed up in his Dragon suit and had some one-on-one with his Great Grandpa. So sweet.
Now onto Mommy. On the fitness front, I’m sad to say I’ve been a total slacker. After I got the go-ahead to exercise, I went after it full force. But shortly after I had a little scare with my c-section incision (likely another overreaction, but still). So besides the occasional walk in the park, I really haven’t done much working out in over a month. The motivation just hasn’t been there (though I’ve had no problem complaining about not fitting into my pre-preggo clothes!!). It won’t take much for me to get back to the gym, I just need to bite the bullet and go. It’s just SO easy to choose comfort over sweating.
Speaking of the gym, does anyone use the child care at their gym?? I know mine has one, I’m just leary leaving E with strangers in a semi-dirty place. Thoughts??
I still haven’t figured out what to run/ race next year, though Dad and I have talked about the Bayshore Half Marathon in Traverse City next May. I’ve always wanted to run this race and as you all know, northern Michigan is my favorite space. There’s also a full marathon option, so I suppose if things are going REALLY well with training, I could always upgrade. Oh, and there’s always the Mini, which I fully intend to run next year!
That’s all for now! Time to tend to my mouthy minion Have a wonderful weekend!! xo
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