(Updated January 2015. Originally written Spring 2012, when my son was almost two (now 4.5). and I was pregnant with my daughter, who is now 2!)
If you have read my last couple of Facebook posts, you might already know this: Frantic Mama (now four months pregnant with Baby #2 has reached some new lows.
Did you catch the one about me finding a stray piece of candy on my carseat (where I popped that abandoned Mike N' Ike in my mouth without a second thought)? Or, did you happen to read my post about making two trips to Dairy Queen in one day? Such is life these days.
Any parent will tell you, (I think), that with parenthood, you do things you never thought yourself capable of before having children-- both good and bad. For instance, the good is that you can't believe you created a living being, took exceptional care of him for 9 months, and then were tough enough to bring him into this world. But the funnier ones are the lows we occasionally (frequently?) hit as parents.
When our son was first born, I think the pizza delivery guy knew us better than some of our relatives. He was at our home more often than just about anyone else those first months when we staggered around like zombies. Going to bed when the baby did, at 7:30 (knowing, of course, I would be up to feed him again at 11p.m. and 3a.m.) is perhaps another memory I'd just as soon forget.
Here's a more recent gem: I had just received a pair of lovely maternity yoga pants in the mail from my sister; they met that rare combination of cute and comfortable (see post: What Not to Wear), and I put them on right away. My son decided to have a blow-out diaper that same morning, and even though I'm sure I had his...um...remnants...on those pants, I simply could not bear to take them off. In fact, I kept those pants on the rest of the day.
Of course, there are plenty of highs that can only come with parenthood, like that fleeting sense of invincibility you feel after surviving a cross-country flight with a sleep-deprived 18 month old, or the pride you experience when your little guy learns how to say "thank you" for the first time.
Motherhood is full of highs and lows. I experience them on a daily basis. What are some of your 'pits and peaks?'
~Julia @ Frantic Mama
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