A cool looking old Ford tractor.
My brother. Still doing backflips after all these years.
She wore this outfit once – for this photo. This is what happens when your child has too many clothes and they get buried in her dresser.
Happy Hump Day!
So many of us grow up thinking that our moms know nothing, especially when we’re teenagers. I was one of those teens.
I rebelled, fought, and disregarded my mom’s opinions on almost everything. From school to boys, I challenged her constantly, thinking she didn’t know what she was talking about. As the standard rule goes, parents just didn’t understand what us teens were going through.
Today, however, I have a completely different way of thinking about my mom. I look back and see that she was only looking out for me because she only wanted the best for me. What parent wouldn’t? And now that I have my own daughter, I really do believe that my mom knows best. I’m constantly asking her for her thoughts, opinions and relying on her experiences raising my brother and I as I stumble across the day-to-day challenges of raising Isla.
Sure, it was 26 years ago when my mom had to go through raising a child, but so much of her advice is still relevant and of course, extremely helpful. My mom has a bag full of tips and tricks that work wonders. I don’t know what I’d do without her, really, and I’m so thankful that I have her living just a few minutes away (by foot!).
I don’t know how women raise their kids alone, not only without a parter or spouse but without their mom’s advise as well. I feel extremely fortunate to be able to rely on my mom, but at the same time feel guilty because I know women who don’t have their own mom to lean on. I know it’s something I shouldn’t feel bad about, but I do. I know I’d feel lost without my mom’s help. She’s been a lifesaver for me; if Isla’s crying for no apparent reason, my mom figured out in a second that it was just gas. She can put my baby to sleep in a matter of minutes and can burp that baby better than anyone else.
Mom’s really do know best, no matter how long it takes us to realize it.
I’m alive. Tired, but alive.
It’s been a whirlwind for the past week and a bit as Kyle and I settle into parenthood. We’re adjusting to a new type of normal, consisting of him waking up in the middle of the night and wondering what part of the house I’ve fallen asleep in, me falling alseep while nursing, and trying to decide if sleep or showering is more important.
I think Isla is finally starting to figure out a schedule. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Monday night was so far, the best night thus far. We (Isla and I) slept for two-three hours, woke up to be fed and changed for one hour, and went back down for another couple hours or so.
The biggest challenge Kyle and I thought we’d face was him going back to work on Sunday. Luckily, my mom came over for the day to lend a hand and give me a break when needed.
I actually don’t think I held Isla other than to nurse her all day! I’m forever grateful for all the help my mom has provided. Having her only a couple minutes away has been fabulous; I don’t know what I’d do withour her.
Monday was relatively decent as my first day being home alone with her. We hung out all day and I even managed to shower AND make dinner. Go me! I’m developing my supermom powers already.
This new normal of ours seems to be working out well. Sure, Kyle and I are both still just in amazement that we’ve brought this amazing little person into the world. Who would’ve thought something so little could bring so much big change?
I love this little girl so much.
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