Mommin’ Ain’t Easy, But It Sure Is Fun…
Mommin’ ain’t easy, but it sure is fun…
For many, the child they hold and rock to sleep, is a child that they longed for. They planned, hoped and prayed for the pregnancy and healthy child. The love was immediate. For many, the child they hold and rock to sleep, is a child they had not planned, wanted, or expected. The love came after. Mommin’ it ain’t easy.
When you’re a new parent, times often feel like watching a sitcom of your life. The mishaps of toys everywhere, the same daily signature outfit, and the zombie-like walks throughout the house. The books cannot fully prepare you. Your circle have their own stories and experiences they share. The TV shows and movies show an exaggerated entertaining perspective. So what happens when your experience is D. None of the Above?
Mommin’ aint easy, but it sure is fun?
When I had my first child, I was on cloud 9. She was perfect and my little sidekick. My years of babysitting as a teen came into play and I was a natural mother. When my second came around, it was a little tougher juggling the two, but nonetheless, we were the 3 musketeers. My second was everything my first wasn’t. She was more adventurous. She embraced her witching hour from 6:30pm-7:30pm every.single.night. By the time my 3rd made his surprise appearance, I felt like a pro. What I didn’t prepare myself for, was that he was truly a boys boy! Anything and everything that could be climbed on, jumped from, kicked at, tampered with, and broken…happened.
My fourth and final child emerged from the womb, and I should have known at his 9lbs that things were really going to be shaken up. At 7 months, we had a Disney trip planned to celebrate my 2nds 5th birthday. I woke up at 1 am that morning to a hysteric baby next to me. He had a loose bowel movement with a tinge of blood. I worried, but knew that it could mean many of things (i.e a something swallowed that could be passing) He went soundly to sleep.
At 3am, the crying happened again, and this time his diaper was all blood. I panicked and proceeded to prepare us for a trip to the ER. We arrived, and we waited. Questions of what was happening, what were my concerns came from 3 different administrations. Being in an ER is legit the top 5 worst things to experience as a parent.
The result: Intussusception
Intussusception is a rare condition in which part of the intestine telescopes into itself. It happens mainly in children and occurs most often during 6 months-3 years, and if left untreated, fatal. Which meant my 7 month old was getting put under and going into surgery. He came out of surgery healthy and healed with only a small scar on his abdomen. He and I spent 4 days in the hospital and celebrated his sisters’ 5th birthday with cake and a visit. Disneyland would just have to wait.
Mommin’ ain’t easy, but is sure is fun!
Thankfully, the woos of parenting are more abundant than the woes. The firsts and the friendships that are built. From Kindergarten to high school graduation. The laughs and many memories that are created. The adventures of the everyday and the unknowns of what’s to come. These moments fuel parenthood. My kids and I have a special language. We have secret code words and gestures. We have celebrated our own traditions, and traveled on adventures I wanted when I was a child. Being someone’s parent is a HUGE responsibility! They watch our moves, them mimic our words, they embody our habits. Little eyes and ears everywhere you turn. Remember that you are raising little humans, and enjoy the journey!
Mommin’ ain’t easy, but it sure is fun.
Every pregnancy, every baby, every experience is different. Meeting new parents and watching them find their footing. Seeing that family who struggled in the beginning, suddenly “get it”. Knowing that helping families find their own paths in this crazy maze of parenting as their postpartum doula is beautifully rewarding.