I hope everyone is doing splendidly. Iman and I are happy, healthy and thriving and boy she sure does love drinking milk, which roughly translates into extremely sore and raw nipples for mom (real talk, p.s: Coconut oil is my bff). Honestly don’t know how our mothers did it or my paternal and maternal grandmothers, who had 8 and 6 kids respectively. They didn’t even have fucking epidural.
Life is awesome as a mother but figuring out how to not lose yourself is pretty tough. I don’t have baby blues as such but there are days when I really want to go for a walk and I do (because that’s just how I roll) but once I am outside, I worry that my child is going to need me so I better hurry back.
My partner is trying to be supportive (but doesn’t quite know how yet) and we are slowly (real slowwwwly) getting the hang of it. Kudos to single mothers who do it all on their own. Be kind to all the mamas in your life. Oh and now I totally get why parents want to share every little memory of their child on Facebook and why they are fascinated because sure all kids smile but when your kid does it, it is extra special.
So mommies, how did you make sure that you still got some time to yourself?