Being a mom is filled with so many wonderful moments and times when you feel like you could explode with love. It’s also filled with some that make you cringe when you think of them. I thought it would be fun to write out my best mom moments and also fill you in on the worst. I encourage you to do the same!
1 . The first time I held was of course the very, very best mom moment. For every mom I’m sure this is the same. When Brady was born he was taken immediately to the PCN and I could not hold him (or see him) until the next day. I fought so hard to get up out of the bed just 12 hours after my c-section so I could be wheeled down the hall to see him. Holding him was so fulfilling.
2. Breastfeeding comes in second – which actually also ranks down in the worst column. That time is so special and I always wonder why some women have no interest. I am so happy to have had the opportunity to share that special time with Brady and producing food for your child is so thrilling. It would always just awe me that everything he needed in life came straight from me. We needed no money, formula, bottles… I was enough to sustain him. It’s pretty miraculous.
3. All the many, many times he does something his dad and I find hilarious. Which is a lot. When he waves at a little girl at the store and says, “Hey girl!” or when he dances to anything that resembles a beat, when he watches AFV and sees someone fall and yells, “Be careful!” He is the light of our lives.
4. When he finally slept through the night at 10.5 months. I woke up the next morning, ran in his room beaming with joy and scooped him out of the crib hugging him and telling him how proud I was. That was my first proud mama moment. We had been working so hard and I knew he could do it. I praised him the whole day and told everyone I could what my little man had accomplished. I know he will bring me so many more of these moments one day.
5. The sweet moments. The snuggle time, the kisses, the hugs and the pats on the back. Taking a Sunday nap with your little one tight on your chest is the best feeling. As is him giving you a smooch and saying, “wub you”. Does it really get any better?
1. Hands down my worst mom moment was when he burnt is foot. It was my fault and I should have been more cautious. I’m so thankful the injuries weren’t serious and that he has no scar to show for it, but hearing your child cry from pain and knowing you were the cause is enough to make you feel like you don’t even deserve to be a mom. I don’t know how many times I’ve apologized to him.
2. Crying incessantly after birth. I know most of us go through this and it is understood and accepted, but it was awful. I hated feeling so sad for the first week or so after having him. I felt helpless and sad and I knew I had no reason to be. I just cried and cried and cried. My fingers are crossed it isn’t so bad this time around.
3. Hearing him say, “damn it” and knowing that it came from me. I’ll be honest, it’s a little funny. When you’re 20 month old drops something and says damn it, its funny. Sorry, it is. But it also makes you feel about an inch tall. Look what I taught my sweet and innocent baby. It’s not on purpose, obviously, but it happened none-the-less and now I have to try and teach him he shouldn’t say that phrase. I’m hoping to just try to eliminate it from our vocabulary and hope it simply dies off and he forgets about it.
4. Getting bit (hard) while nursing. When you haven’t nursed you hear about getting bit and think it can’t be that bad. It is that bad. Brady got to a point around nine months where we couldn’t make it longer than about five minutes without him taking a bite of my boob. By the time we got to about ten months he was almost spending no time eating and all the time biting. I was miserable and I finally just quit cold turkey. I didn’t make it to a year like I had planned but I couldn’t take it anymore and getting angry at my baby wasn’t good for him either.
5. Getting angry and overwhelmed. I’ll admit I am flawed and although I am madly in love with my child he frustrates me. There are days when I’ve had my limit and I feel like I can’t take another second of the whining/crying/kicking/
whatever is the issue that day. I pray for patience on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis and I inevitably feel awful every time I snap and yell, “I don’t know what you want from me!” Those days are no good for anyone and anytime I have the manpower around me to hand him off, I do. Really, that’s the only way to handle it, is to take a moment to chill out.
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.