Today we've got a few more bloggers sharing their New Mommy Confessions! These are so so so good! I am completely digging this series! New moms uniting through failure! Just kidding - no one's failing here. What's really great about this series is that we get share our "oops" moments without judgment - we can all be good moms and still do stupid shit. And isn't it refreshing to know that we really don't all have it together (not that I was fooling anyone). And most importantly, we can laugh at ourselves. Of course raising a kid is serious business, but I constantly have to remind myself not to take it all so seriously all the time! Sometimes it's pretty funny just how clueless and unprepared I am for this whole Mommy gig. I hope you'll share some love in the comment section, stop by the blogs of our lovely guest posters and feel free to share your new mommy confessions (you know you have some!).
Natasha from Hello Happiness
So, Caroline had been extremely fussy one morning
and wouldn't go down for her morning nap (she is about 6 months old at the
time). It had been rough, so I rocked her to sleep and decided to lay her in
her rocking swing so I could get some chores done around the house. I was so
nervous I would wake her up by buckling her in and putting the safety straps
on, so I left it alone and put a blanket over her and went on my way.
An hour and a half goes by and I'm thinking what a
good job I did and how she is still sleeping when I hear a terror scream/cry
coming from the living room... I run downstairs to see what's wrong, and my
darling girl has thrown herself out of her swing and has face-planted on the
carpet laying NEXT to (not in) the swing.
Talk about feeling like you've lost "mom of
the year"...I scooped her up, apologized for what seemed like hours, and
prayed that she wouldn't get a bump so I'd have to tell Jeff. Needless to say,
she is fine and I never put her in her swing again without buckling up first.
Kate from Elefantitas Alegres
As someone who
prided herself on always being prepared pre-baby {napkins and wetwipes stashed
in the car console; backup black pumps and suit jacket residing in my office;
duck tape and TP in the trunk}, I am astounded to find myself cast in the role
of That Unequipped Mom on more occasions than not... You know, the one who's
forever mooching yogurt melts off you at play group because she remembered her
grande skim triple latte but didn't think to grab her kid a snack. The
one Mac-Gyvering a sippy cut from a bottle of SmartWater and a straw of
questionable cleanliness. The one behind you in the checkout line at
Target letting her baby gnaw on a carton of Mint Milanos, because she left the
teething rings in the back seat.
A few weeks ago, I
needed to make a major grocery run. I grabbed L, my list, and the diaper
bag and set off, mentally patting myself on the back for remembering both the
sippy cup and L's toy de jour. Hell, I even had some fancy organic Puffs
floating around in the bottom of my tote in case of Mini Munchy Emergency.
As I unloaded my kidlet in the parking lot of the market, I caught the
unmistakable whiff of something gnarly going on down South. "Shit,
shit, shit. I don't think I restocked my to-go wipes," I cursed as I
booked it to the bathroom's changing station. But, lo! I had wipes
a-plenty. More than enough, in fact, to clean up the Major Blowout
Situation I had on my hands {literally}. Unfortunately, all the wipes in
the world couldn't de-poop-ify L's outfit. "No bother," I
thought, as I dug for the Ziploc bag containing the emergency baby clothes.
"I've got this!"
And I would have...
had I thought to swap out backup outfits since L was wearing size 3 month
clothing.
Which is how my
child ended up riding around topless in Whole Foods shopping cart, wearing
nothing but a diaper and "capri" leggings... with a muslin blanket
thrown around her shoulders, cape-style, as we passed through the frozen food
section.
Hey. At least we had refreshments.
Lauren from The Lucky Laymans
* I dropped my baby
on her head. Ok, not really, but she did fall out of her crib and it was on
my watch. Full story here.
* I may
occasionally toss a pacifier in Elyse's general direction to buy me just a few
more minutes of freedom. Yes, she fetches it like a dog. No, I do
not feel guilty about it.
* As with most
moms, sometimes I tear up just looking at Elyse. When she's sleeping,
nursing, playing, eating, or even when she's crying her head off, I become
completely overwhelmed with how much love I have for her and how blessed I am
to call her my daughter.
* On the days I'm
at home with her, many times I feel more like a supervisor or a babysitter
instead of her mom. She enjoys playing by herself, reading, or just
crawling around on her own so I simply work around the house, watch HGTV, blog,
etc...all while "supervising" her of course!
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