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Eating Your Words

In Uncategorized on October 22, 2011 at 8:10 am

If you’re anything like me, you know that on regular occasion you have to eat your own words.  Basically any statement that starts with “I’ll never…(insert some activity that is beyond the stage of life you’re currently in)”.  Things like, ‘I’ll never stay in on a Friday night watching TV once I’m married’, ‘I’ll never let my child sleep with me’, ‘I’ll never talk about “kids these days” when I get older’, and the list could go on.  But a funny thing happens.  Life progresses and you realize that, yes, you do stay in quite a few Friday nights because it’s the cheaper route and let’s face it life in the fast lane once you’re married doesn’t always translate well.  You also realize that if I let my child sleep on me rather than in their crib, because I know that I’ll get an uninterrupted 4 hour stretch of sleep and you want sleep more than a fat kid needs that entire bag of M & M’s.

Maybe one of the largest paradigm shifts for Nathan and I since becoming parents is that we really have no idea what we’re doing as parents and are pretty foolish to judge other’s actions who are in a stage of life that we haven’t had to wrangle yet.  So this is a story of a recent “Jess eating her own words” moment.

I have to be honest, I have always despised the stereotypical “suburban housewife” image.  Before Liam (BL), I’d sit and listen to other moms talk about one topic and one topic only…their children.  Any topic of conversation could somehow be turned back to their children, whether it was the diplomacy of Cold War Russia or the mating habits of some obscure African bird (this is assuming that stay at home moms (SAHM – I just learned this acronym exists) have the mental capacity or global awareness that these topics actually exist), even these obscure topics, could somehow be related back to their children.  I’d roll my eyes every time I’d see an exchange on Facebook about organized playdates for little Timmy and Suzie, when we all know that it’s just a chance for mom’s to sit at a distance from their children and gossip about Brad and Angelina and ‘are they really adopting their next child from Antarctica which also is a penguin?’.

I’d drive by parks and see these mothers lined up on park benches wearing their clearance Old Navy hoodies with “post pregnancy” jeans (come on ladies, you know the ones) and their tennis shoes.  And friends, that was the worst, in my opinion, the “mom” wardrobe.  Some type of jersey material top, with jeans and …(insert horror movie music) tennis shoes!!!  I’d glance over my pulled down aviator sunglasses (because, yes, I’m that cool), smirk at them and be on my merry little way.

So you can imagine my astonishment a few weeks ago as I showed up to MY very first playdate.  Mind you, my son was 9 weeks old and the only “playing” he did was the awesome REM sleep going on behind his eyelids.  And slowly I had an out-of-body experience where I saw this woman pushing a stroller, in her newly purchased lavender hoodie (purchased on clearance from a Banana Republic outlet), wearing a grimace suggesting that the top button of her jeans was so tight it would most likely be causing indigestion later that day.  She wore a pair of grey Old Navy tennis shoes and was carrying a hot latte, fresh from Pete’s Coffee in hand.  I did a double take as that woman looked so familiar.  On second glance I realize she resembles someone that looks like me.  WAIT! That IS me!

As I pushed that stroller over to the playground, coffee in hand, shoe laces tied tight and shoes tucked perfectly under my mom jeans, I thought to myself, “I hate myself.”

But truth be told, I needed that playdate.  I needed to meet new friends, fellow mothers in the trenches of sleepless nights, puked on shirts, closets stuffed with clothes that are no longer practical to the liquid emissions of the smallest residents of our homes.  I need to know that there are other women that are walking that same road and to see how they survive and the joy they find in their children even when it isn’t easy.  To have them remind me that yes, it is worth it to give up jobs and “normal” life to invest and pour your life into your child.

And now I knowingly smile at the 20-something woman, with toned abs and fresh eyes from a full and long nights sleep smirking at the group of mothers I stand with, some of us looking like we’ve been drug behind a garbage truck for a few miles.  I think to myself ‘She’ll be here someday too, and when she is, she’ll realize that being a mother is one of the best things that ever happened to her and she’ll feel a completeness and satisfaction that she’s never known.’

And that friends, is the most recent edition of me eating my own words.

Two Months!

In Liam on October 2, 2011 at 3:09 pm

I'm two months and so big I can't button my onesie!!

Liam is officially two months old today (actually on the 29th of September)!  Where has the time gone?!  In some ways it feels like just yesterday we brought him home, and in others it seems like he’s been with us for ages.  Liam is growing leaps and bounds.  Just last night I picked him up from his bed and it all of a sudden felt like he weighed an extra pound!  The nurse today said he could easily pass for a four month old.  Oy!  He weighed in at 14 lbs (95th percentile) and 24 inches (95th percentile).  You’ll also notice in his two month pic that he is way too big for his 2 month onesie, so we didn’t even snap it.

Big belly and one of my serious looks!

Liam has in the last month began to giggle occasionally.  He also coos at me quite a bit coupled with smiles.  He recognizes my face when I come in a room and usually smiles at me.  He is FASCINATED with the black and white frames and dark bookcases on the walls in our apartment.  I can set him down in front of a particular wall with a bunch of frames and it buys me about 20 minutes of baby-free-hands time!  He just beginning to look and focus on objects that are brightly colored or have a big pattern to them.

Snoozing with Dad. Did I mention he's chubby?

He had his first visit to the church nursery last week.  It was probably harder on mom that it was baby.  They have an audio feed of the service piped into the nursery and one of the workers said that as soon as Nathan’s voice came over the feed Liam’s eyes opened and he looked around.  Doesn’t that just melt your heart?!  No?  Ok, well it does mine.

Big eyes

Liam is a pretty decent sleeper and at one point was sleeping 8-9 hours at night and about 45 minute naps during the day.  I, however, thought his naps should be longer, and so thought I should start sleep training him (rookie mom mistake).  Did you catch that he was already sleeping 8-9 hour stretches?  What was I thinking?  So instead he started sleeping longer during the day and getting up 2 times at night again.  I think I’ll take the 45 minute naps for 8-9 hours of relatively uninterrupted sleep!  So I’m going to start working on getting him back to sleeping longer stretches. (Update:  He now is back to sleeping 8-9 hours, gets up for 20 minutes and goes back to sleep for another 3 hours!)

Hanging out with Mom.

He has also started drooling like nobody’s business, which more drives his neat-freak-father crazy than anything else.  We finally started using cloth diapers this last week and I have to say that I enjoy them more than disposables.  We haven’t had any blow outs resulting in wardrobe changes, unlike the 3-4 changes of clothes a day with disposables, and they really aren’t that much maintenance to keep up with.  Plus I think he has the cutest tush in them!

Check out my long eyelashes.

People also comment frequently on the expressions Liam makes.  He has some really funny serious looks and furrows his brow.  Three guesses where he gets those serious faces…(Daddy).  Within the last few days he also found his fists and loves to gnaw, lick and suck on them.  We are having SO MUCH FUN with him.  I can’t believe how quickly he’s changing and how crazy in love we are with him.  Sunday afternoons may not include as much napping as they did before, but that’s boring compared with getting to sit on the couch and see his smiles and hear his coos.  We love you little Lovebug!

He's finding something fascinating.