Preparation for motherhood

Every woman does it. They think they are ready for being a mom and know what to expect. Most women figure out the hard way that they have no clue. They learn as they go. They deal with the teething, colic, and spit up as they go. They don't think about that when things begin. Everyone told me nothing could prepare me. I would just learn as I went along.
Sitting here with my daughter curled up on my lap, I can honestly say motherhood is EXACTLY what I expected. I was 15 and 18 when my sisters were born. I didn't raise them, but I had a front row seat and babysat them (and still do) whenever I could. I learned things classes can't teach you. I learned what a breach birth ACTUALLY looks like (immensely painful). I learned what to expect during labor by seeing it for myself. I watched my mother go through it twice. It didn't prepare me for my c-section, but it did teach me to trust my doctor. I listened to him and that was all that needed to happen. No class could have helped me make that decision. I learned how to deal with screaming. I learned how to feed babies. I learned that you trust your instincts. I learned all of the little tricks that most second time moms know ahead of time (how to soothe the baby, how to interpret cries, etc.). I learned what type of junk a baby doesn't need. I learned what you DO need for baby. I learned what will most likely sit there unused. I learned what a seizure looks like (and that a child having one can actually walk). I learned how to stay calm enough in a life and death situation to at least give 911 your address (which barely happened the first time and kept me super calm the second time). Since the birth of my daughter (besides c-section related questions), my biggest concern was "how do I get rid of cradle cap". I didn't waste time, energy, or money on things baby didn't need, classes that wouldn't prepare me enough, or worrying about labor.
What I'm saying is that I'm thankful for my wild and crazy family. Because of my family, I didn't have to struggle to learn the ropes as a new mom. I have known 90% of what I am doing since before runt was even born. I'm thankful my sister had her little episodes. Does the thought of it happening to my daughter scare the living daylights out of me? Oh god yes. Do I know how to act and react so that if it should happen, I can handle it the best way possible? Yes. For that, I'm thankful. I'm thankful I know what to expect as time goes by. I'm thankful my mom taught me to trust my gut. Sure, I could listen to her doctor, but according to him (we no longer visit him....no worries) I don't care about my daughter or what happens to her. Mostly, I'm thankful I had my sisters to practice on. Because of that, I am the best mother I can be. I'm not stressed out. I don't worry about every little scratch. I'm not overbearing. My daughter gets to be independent (as independent as a six-month-old can be) and I get to take a shower without her screaming to be held. Because I learned so much ahead of time, its smooth sailing and we get to simply enjoy our time together. I don't have to be stressed about the little scratch she got, the way she sleeps, why she won't stop crying, how to calm her, etc. Because I don't stress about any of that, I get to be happy and calm every second we are together. I am thankful my sisters stressed me out enough that none of this bothers me. I'm pretty sure without all of that practice, I would be a hot mess by now. 

Stay at home mom? Try being a working mom!

I'm so sick of everyone saying "being a stay at home mom is so hard. All I do is work". Yea. Yea...we all get it. Staying home being a mom IS a job. I'm not arguing that one bit. However, don't come to a working mom complaining about how much you do. Sure, you cook, take care of the kids, clean, and generally hold the fort down. I'm not saying in any way shape or form that this is bad. Hell, I would kill to be an at home mom and be with my girl ALL day long. However, the truth is that I am not. I am a working mom. Which means I cook, clean, care for my kid, AND hold down a full time job all while managing not to go insane or get fired. You wanna be a stay at home mom? Good for you. Just stop acting like your life is so much harder than that of a working mom. Again, I'm not saying it is bad to be a full time mom. All I am saying is that from what I have seen throughout my life (even before I had a kid of my own) is that working moms have it harder. I don't want to hear about how crazy your day was. Dealing with my kid is NOTHING compared to the 150 person catering I did. When you have a full time job you (usually) have two days off to relax and rest. Those two days are just that for me. Both days, I have my kid. Both days, she is wild, crazy, getting into stuff, yelling at me for turning around for 2.5 seconds, etc. Yet, it IS in fact easier than what I do for 40 hours out of my week. All stay at home moms talk about not getting a break. And I do? I wake up at 4 a.m. to get ready for work. Drop the runt off at the sitter around 5 and then proceed to work 8+ hours running around like a mass murderer is on the loose. Does it end there? Of course not. I come home, put her down for a nap, clean, wake her up, feed her, occupy her fast growing mind, put her to bed, and eat dinner if I'm lucky. So, no. I don't want to hear about how rough it is to just play with kids all day. Because your job is by far not the hardest one in the world. Take my mom for example. She has 5 kids. She works over 40 hours performing disgusting medical acts (I say disgusting because i have heard some stories) on people and then comes home to an unruly bunch of children. She wasn't an at home mom. Yet, she still drove me to every softball practice, ballet practice, checked my homework, got me where I needed to be, threw parties, made it to school functions, AND chaperoned some field trips. Remember, you CHOSE to stay at home. So, please, for the sanity of all working moms, shut up about how rough you have it.

They always told me this would happen....

People always told me "time flies" once you have a kid. I always thought time flew by anyways, but geez.... they weren't kidding! My little runt will be six months old in a few days. SIX MONTHS! It seems like last week! Then again, it seems like a lifetime ago! I look back and it seems my life without her was empty. It wasn't good enough to remember. I DO remember it, but it feels so long ago. It feels like she has always been in my heart. Then again, it feels like yesterday she was the little giant that could barely hold up her big bobblehead. Now that she is here, it all seems like a dream. Its too good to be true. She is too perfect. There is NO way she could be part of me....could she? She looks like me, she acts like me, she has my curiosity, but she is too perfect to be mine. Now, she is the size of the average one year old in my family and smarter than I could have imagined. Crawling, sitting, talking, signing....although, the laugh eludes us. I'm pretty sure she gets that from me, too. She CAN laugh. She HAS laughed. I mean, full on cracking up, but I'm pretty sure that since she knows we want it she refuses it. Just like momma.
Anyways, to the point. As her half-birthday approaches (damn....that makes me sad), I contemplate a lot of things. Not just about her, but myself. Before I found out I was pregnant, my whole life sucked. Really, it was just as amazing, but I couldn't find joy in anything. I hated my job. I wasn't happy with myself. I wasn't happy with my situation. I cried endlessly over my losses. It was just.... miserable. Now? Now I find joy in the dumbest things. She makes me SO happy, that even when I'm not with her I am happy. I love my job again. I love my life again. She has changed my entire world view. Sure, I still get angry or sad. Although, it doesn't last more than three hours and I don't go more than an hour without being genuinely happy.
I also contemplate my body. I gained a few stretch marks and a few pounds (25 to be exact). Six months later (aside from my scar), the only evidence of her that remains are the stretch marks. I'm okay with that. I weigh 8 pounds less than I did before pregnancy and I still look good in my skinny jeans. The stretch marks? I love them. I see myself in the mirror and am reminded that once upon a time, our two hearts were in one body. They were close together and beating for each other. Mine beat for her and hers beat so mine didn't break. They are proof and reminders of what I went through before her and what I went through to earn them. Some may see them as unsightly, but for me? They are trophies I carry with me every single day. She gave me them as proof she is real. I see it on my skin. I see it in the mirror. I know they are there when I'm miles away from her. She is real. And she came from me.
I often consider things I want her to know, things I want to do with her, things I want her to see. So, for her first birthday I'm making a "just do it" jar. Lots of games, activities, recipes, and fun. All in little slips of paper so she can pick one at the beginning of each week. Then, I make the necessary arrangements and we have a "just do it" day. This way, she can learn all of the skills I want her to know that normally get pushed aside. You know... sewing, crochet, drawing, cooking.... all of it. Then, every year I get to refill the jar and we have a whole new list of fun! I want her to have all of the opportunities I had. My parents always taught me new things, took me to cool fascinating new places, and gave me an awesome childhood. In general, sitting around wasn't an option. Sure, it happened, but I don't remember it. I remember getting lost in Chicago. I remember mixing weird concoctions with my cousin. I remember the fun museums. I remember the aquarium field trip. I remember my mom picking me up from daycare for lunch in her work cafeteria. I remember living life. Those are the memories I want for chunk. Those are the things no child forgets. I hate that she is growing so incredibly fast, but knowing so much fun awaits us makes the blow a little softer. And if she keeps my curiosity, I will never have a dull moment either! Between taking apart radios, digging up things in the back yard, getting countless scars from adventures, I'm sure I kept my parents on their toes. However, I learned a lot and had a great childhood. So, I welcome all of the skinned knees and weird collections!