For example, people feel compelled to offer advice, old wive's tales, related stories.... hell, people just want to talk to you! I feel like the world's most neglected prom queen (I say neglected because 1. things like my personal hygiene often take backseat to things like 'tummy time' and diaper blow-outs and 2. no one is paying attention to me for me, it's just because I'm toting this pretty ass baby boy who stares at people intensely with dark grey and brown eyes that melt even grown men like butter.). I got a lot of this when I was pregnant and for some reason I thought it would end when I was not pregnant anymore. I wouldn't have to nod my way through another rendition of "When I/my sister/my best friend/my sister's mother-in-law's coworker was pregnant I had the worse (insert random dignity demolishing bodily function here)!!! What you need to do is (insert random OTC/backwoods/voodoo remedy here)!" Now it's changed to; "When I/my sister/my best friend/my sister's mother-in-law's coworker had my first baby, my baby had the worse (insert random bizarre or disgusting baby bodily function here)!!! What you need to do is (insert random OTC/backwoods/voodoo remedy here)!" And don't get me wrong, a big chunk of these stories and antecdotes have come in handy.... and many have not.
Beyond all of that, I'm learning about the mommy that I am because of the mommy my baby needs me to be. We're shaping each other and giving each other what we need to smile and grow everyday.And I'm learning to do a remarkable number of things with one hand!
Every now and then I have my moments of doubt, but I always remember something- I am not a fearful person, I make wise and brave decisions and I trust myself. I can always take a deep breath and remember; I'm a BAD MOTHA!
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