As promised in my last episode of New Momversation (the one about how your home looks like a daycare when you have babes), here is the pic of what our living room typically looks like at the end of the day. Lately, it’s become even messier because I was brilliant enough to buy one of those inflatable toys with all the balls in it. I think her favorite activity is to toss them out and watch me gather them up!
So this week on New Momversation, we are discussing how we make time for our husbands. It’s tough and these poor men often get pushed aside during the beginning months of motherhood. But… have you ever heard of SEXY SUNDAYS? Check out our latest epsidode at New Momversation.
I’m writing on my phone at 12:22am from Italy (I have no Internet!), so apologies for not blogging lately. I do have lots to share though and I have preschool updates… but it’s too long to write by phone. Soon though.
Still, I wanted to share the latest episode of New Momversation! This time we discuss how we handle all the chaos that comes with a new baby. Enjoy! New Momversation
I’ve never kept a datebook and scheduling seemed way too restrictive for spontaneous me. But times, they are a’changing.
I went to a birthday party over the weekend and the hostess was a fabulous mom who made it all look so easy. She was calm, cool, collected… and a mom! Nay, a dissertating married mom! According to her, the key to her success was scheduling! So, I’m giving it a shot. I have my datebook (going old-school for this one) scheduled out until March. It’s color-coded with scheduled dissertation research and writing times. Vacations are planned, doctor’s visits are set, and all of our mommy and me activities are listed.
I’ve always been against such strict planning because of a fear of being ruled by the schedule… or too bound or obligated to stick to it – sort of the same feeling you get if you can’t keep with the recordings sitting in your DVR. My fear is that it will be an added weight or problem because I can’t stick to it. I like have free time to spontaneously say, “Let’s go to the beach or to Disneyland, right now!” I know this might seem like a nightmare to some moms as much as a schedule seems daunting to me. I also don’t want to turn into one of those families who are over-scheduled, or one of those couples on TV that actually schedules sex – whether warranted or unwarranted, these are my silly fears about schedules. Still, I’m going to give it a shot for the next few months. I mean, it can’t hurt my dissertation, right? Seeing as how I’ve written about twenty pages (that I’ve since thrown out) in about a year, I’m hoping that this scheduling business will work to my benefit. And so far so good. I’ve stuck to everything for three whole days!!! If you’re a mom, you know how tough it is to find time for your work, in my case, it’s writing my dissertation. And scheduled writing time seems to be necessary if I ever want to finish the dang thing. So, I’m going to give my new color-coded schedule the respect it deserves. Let’s see what happens….
I never fashioned myself a blogger, yet here I am! I am , however, one heck of a journal writer. It seems that I have tons to vent about and I’ve always turned to pen and paper. I know, in this age? It’s not that I’m opposed to technology—I use it constantly and I am a fan of quite a few blogs. But for my feelings, the pen has been my instrument of choice… until now.
As I looked back over some of my entries, I thought I would transfer them to this blog. In my year and a half as a mom I have learned so much and I realized, I have quite a bit to say about some of the topics that new moms must address. So, I’m putting my journal online, so to speak, because, I hope that my entries will help or ease the transition to new motherhood for at least one person. If one person reads this and my entries can help her with getting a passport for the little one, or freeze breast milk more successfully than I did, or if she feels better about not having that pre-baby body, or if someone simply says, “Oh thank goodness I’m not alone,” I’ll be one happy mamma.
In the About Me section, I note that this blog will be about raising a child between two cultures and two countries, but I think it’s going to be more than that. As I go back over my journal entries (yes, I actually titled them!), I found that I have written a lot about some very controversial and topical issues for new moms. Here is just a sampling of some of the forthcoming entries that I’ll be transferring to this blog (as time permits):
- Yes, I’m still fat. SO WHAT?
- Your Baby Can’t Read!
- Pet Peeve: Being told by my mother-in-law while she shakes her finger in a no-no pattern that the cookie I’m about to shove in my mouth is 130 calories
- Oh, Vaccinations
- Baby Needs A Passport
- 14 Hours on a Plane!
- Pet Peeve: skinny moms with newborns. What is this? Two thoughts come to mind…
- To Moby, To Ergo, To Sling, or To Stroller?
- I SO Have a Problem With Germs
- What I Ate While Breastfeeding
- My Milk Went Bad
- Co-Sleeping vs. Crib
- Breastfeeding Part 1: Fighting With the Nurse
- Breastfeeding Part 2: Nipple Shields?
- Breastfeeding Part 3: Oh, the Pain!
- Breastfeeding Part 4: To Pump or Not To Pump?
- Breastfeeding Part 5: OK, we got this.
- Breastfeeding Part 6: Stop Looking – It’s For Food People!!!!!
- Breastfeeding Part 7: Ph.D. Exams, Traveling, Stress, Food Poisoning, and 911
- Breastfeeding Part 8: Cultural Differences
- Breastfeeding Part 9: No One Tells You How to Wean
- Breastfeeding Part 10: What I’ve Learned
- Preschool Diaries – Worse Than Ph.D. Applications
- Mom’s Clubs
- Medieval Views on Sleep Training
- Traveling and Time Changes
- Croup, or 911 in the Middle of the Night
- If Your Baby’s Sick, Please Keep ‘Em Away From Mine!
- Routines, Routines, Routines!
- The Great Television Debate
- When in Rome…
- Disneyland Tips
I’m a mom!!!
What? When did this happen? Oh yeah, over the past ten months, which, by the way, was news to me because I always thought you were pregnant for nine months. How silly of me. (Seriously, this is not the only secret “they” keep from you about pregnancy either! What about that plug? What about the gas? You know what I’m talking about!) But I digress….
Our family was planned. My husband and I, after suffering a terrible miscarriage at five months, mourned the loss of our Lorenzo. I know that each family deals with grief differently, but part of our healing was the birth of our daughter, Gemma. There is nothing in the world like holding a newborn baby in your arms. This is truly THE most miraculous experience in the world.
It’s funny—I never really pictured myself as a mother. I have always been quite career-driven and a little selfish with my own goals and desires. I imagined, that if I were to become a mother, I’d be back to work immediately and that “the kid” wouldn’t run my life. The old adage “children are to be seen and not heard” seemed to be an honorable rule in my mind. But, if I’ve learned anything about motherhood, it’s that all preconceived notions are about as good as sand in the desert.
From the moment I saw Gemma, screaming, kicking and all gunky, I just knew that there was nothing more important in the world than this new little life. I was made for motherhood. Forget a career in TV. Forget my Ph.D. Forget it all. She was now my world.