Silver Lining: New Mommy Moment: Featuring Amy, Rachel, and Carly

July 15, 2014

New Mommy Moment: Featuring Amy, Rachel, and Carly

I try to keep things in balance here on this blog. It's a little bit of everything: fashion, food, teaching, crafting, adventures, family. I realize my posts have definitely been unbalanced lately - it's been all about baby! The last few posts, and the next few posts, will be all about motherhood and our squishy baby girl. I hope you'll indulge me in this. Having a baby changes everything, and I'm excited to share our hospital experience, as well as a few more pictures of our tiny one. Posts on this blog will get back to the normal balance soon, although you'll find a lot more pictures of a certain cute baby than you used to. As my life changes, it's natural that my lifestyle blog content will change a little too. In the meantime, rest assured that it won't ALWAYS be about baby, and thanks for reading along!

Today I have the last of my motherhood features. Three gorgeous women are sharing a little moment from when they became a mom. 

Amy from Harris Inc:

I pretty much exclusively breast fed Brooks from day one.  He was a good eater and rarely ever spit up.  One morning when Brooks was about three months old,  I brought him into bed with us when he woke up so that I could feed him.  I fed him like normal and he was his happy, content self.  I passed him off to my husband who was playing "airplane" with him.  We were both laughing because Brooks thought it was so funny, when all of the sudden Matt tipped him forward putting more pressure on his belly and BLAHHHH... he projectile vomited all over my husbands face, nose, and mouth!  It was so disgusting and Matt was freaking out.  Instead of taking the baby and getting something for Matt to clean up with, I sat there laughing my head off and taking pictures.  At the time Matt was not too pleased with me as he couldn't breathe without inhaling baby vomit but now it is something we look back on and laugh.  Plus, it's a funny picture to have and show Brooks really, I was just helping out in a different way :)

Rachel from Her Threaded Needle:

he's growing up so fast. it makes me a little sad, and a little excited to watch my baby man turn into a little man. soon enough, he'll just be a man, but my man just the same. I try to soak in every moment with luke, because these moments are so fleeting.
each morning I wake up to the cooing of my little alarm clock down the hall. I open his door and he grins as I scoop him up. I take him back to bed with me, and we snuggle amongst the blankets and pillows while he nurses. he, of course, is focused on only one thing, and I breathe in his baby smell as I kiss his head. he is still, except for one little foot that rotates around. he is happy. I whisper to him then, in the early morning. I whisper things I want him to remember, things I used to whisper while his heart still beat inside my body as I cradled my expanding tummy. things I whispered to him as soon as he was placed in my arms after birth, and every morning since. you are strong. you are safe. you are loved. the things I say vary a little each day, but always, always, you are loved.
my parents told me these things, in whispers as well as in actions. It was the way my dad made me model new clothes for him, and the way he whistled as he said, you are beautiful each Sunday morning. It was the way my spelling tests were preserved in photo albums or hung on the fridge that my mother said you are smart. It was the way dad snuggled me on the couch every evening and the way my mom signed I love you with her hands as my school bus drove away each morning that said you are loved, you are safe.
I spent a lot of elementary school lunches eating in a bathroom stall because I stood up for what I believed in. after, I'd look in the mirror before I headed back to my personal hell and wipe my tears and think, I am loved. and I am strong because I can do this.

As I took my tests in school, I remembered previous tests, proudly displayed at home, and think, I am smart.
And in the afternoons, as I jumped off the bus and ran through our front door, I thought, I am safe.
I am loved, I am smart, I am safe. It was these words, these thoughts these feelings that kept me going through these tormenting years.

One day soon, I'll hang his tests on our fridge, tell him he's handsome in his Sunday tie, and I'll sign I love you as he watches from the bus window. But for now, right now, these whispers are enough.

you are safe. you are handsome. you are strong.
you are loved.
I whisper these important things I know he'll remember, and I breathe in his baby smell. His downy hairs tickle my nose. And each morning, when his belly is full, he smiles, touches my cheek and coos.

I love you, too."


You'd think as a teacher I'd be TOTALLY prepared for mommy hood, right? Wrong! I had everything planned to the minute.  Until our darling daughter decided to remain breech, and enter the world via a C section.  Already doing things her own way!  I guess all that praying I did for a strong personality? Was a little too effective!

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