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“Todays guest post is brought to you by Jessica from Mommynightowl. She also writes at San Diego Toddler Days. This is all part of the TwitterMoms “blog swap.” Please don’t forget to check out my post over on their site.”

I will start with a little about myself: I am Jessica, a 22-year-old wife and mother who resides in California.  On the thirteenth I will have two years experience as a mother, so I’m just getting started.  My husband and I knew we wanted a family , we just weren’t planning to have it so early.

There were times in the first few months of my daughter’s life that I regretted my decisions and was upset about being a new mother but now I can’t even imagine my life without her.  She is my reason for everything I do, she is my whole life.  I have learned to embrace and even love being a mother.  There’s just something to say about having a sense of accomplishment that another day has went well in unplanned motherhood.  So I bring to you, the reasons I love being a mother:

-My daughter came before we were able to get on our feet, but has made us want to do so much more with our lives.  Before my daughter came into my life I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.  When she was four months old I got really post par-tum depression, I was hospilized for three days, so I knew I had to get back to work. I’m a bad mommy in a sense that I love my daughter to death but I can’t be with her by myself 24/7/365.  I needed a break to recollect the patience I’d lost.  I’ve started to go back to school and now I’m about to graduate to be a dental assistant.

-There’s no picker upper like unconditional love.  There’s nothing almost nothing you could do to make your kids not love you. As long as you show them love, they will show they love you. It doesn’t matter if I put my daughter in time out, 30 minutes later she will be in my arms, wanting and giving hugs saying I love you mommy.

-Her smile and laugh. How can you be angry when you see your child smile or hear their laugh?

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-How smart she is. I like to think I helped in some way or another to make her so smart. Maybe, maybe not, but in my mind I helped out with that, she is my daughter after all.

-This summer I really starting looking for things to do with my daughter, to get out of the house. I started researching and came across mommy group after mommy group and blogging. Being a mother lets you open easier when you find people who are mothers themselves. Motherhood makes you so much more outgoing.

-I only get better each day in being a mother. And I may not be the best mom in the world but theres always someone worse, otherwise why would therapy be a million dollar industry? And besides the world needs bad moms anyways, otherwise how would all the “good” moms know how to set their standards?

– I get to be a kid again. I get to read kiddy books all day, and sing silly songs and play with paint and color with crayons.  How cool is that?

-There’s so much to learn from kids.  Things you learn from yourself: patience,self esteem, not to worry so much .  And things you learn from them: how to share, how to be curious, happy, active and outgoing.

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Mom With Babe

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Photo taken by Angel. From The Kid’s Birthday Party this Saturday.

Thursday Challenge

photo1471A Thursday photo meme, found here.The theme for this week is ‘SOFT‘.

Here’s my interpretation of it.

This picture was taken in May this year. The Kid would have been six months old. In the mornings, he’d wake up, I’d bring him back to bed with me, feed him a bottle, and he’d fall asleep and I’d leave him to sleep in my bed for an hour or so, while I made The Boyfriend breakfast and packed his lunch for work.

On this particular morning, I came back into the bedroom, and this is what I saw. The Kid sleeping with one hand thrown over his head, and his other hand tucked under his chin. The duvet pulled over his head. It made my heart completely soft with love.

I don’t know about other mommies, but I’m certainly of the firm belief that I love my child the most when he’s asleep. When his face is softened by sleep. His lips are all pouty, and he sleeps with complete abandon and trust. Faith that all is right with the world, and that there’s nothing that mommy and daddy can’t fix.

That, dear readers, is what makes my hard heart completely soft..

Quote of The Day

Life is tough enough without having someone kick you from the inside”.  ~Rita Rudner

You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment”.  ~Dave Barry, “Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn”

“Somewhere on this globe, every ten seconds, there is a woman giving birth to a child.  She must be found and stopped. ” ~Sam Levenson

“Love and pregnancy and riding on a camel cannot be hid.”  ~Arabic Proverb

“People are giving birth underwater now.  They say it’s less traumatic for the baby because it’s in water. But certainly more traumatic for the other people in the pool.”  ~Elayne Boosler

Congrats, to MommaNats, who has just found out she’s pregnant with her second. Good luck to you, my friend.

PS: I can’t wait until I can say ‘I told you so. you’re crazy for having a second child voluntarily!’

Here’s A Picture For You

Have been cooking and baking all evening. For The Kid’s party. Trying to lessen the work on the actual day. So I’m exhausted. Just wanted to share a NaBloPoMo picture with you. Because I have to. 6 more days until it’s over!

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This picture was taken at Jackson’s 2nd birthday party. There’s more over on my other blog.

I Wish….

I’d kept a pregnancy journal. But there was so much going on while I was pregnant – writing thesis, writing exams, buying house and moving and preparing for baby – that I just kinda let it fall by the way side. Plus, I didn’t think my regular readers on my blog at that time would be interested in pregnancy updates all the time.

Now I regret it. I was thinking about it last night. I don’t actually remember much from my pregnancy, but would like to get down what I do recall. So here it is…

  1. The morning sickness was appalling. Morning sickness my ass. Pregnancy-related illness, I think is what it’s called now. From the second I opened my eyes, until I eventually fell asleep in exhaustion from the projectile vomiting. I didn’t eat for months. Really, I didn’t. I lost like 11kg. My morning sickness lasted about 4 and a half months. Smells really made me feel bad, and it was easy to trigger off the vomiting. The smell of garlic, which I normally love, made me feel so disgustingly ill.
  2. I loved having a tummy. I hated the bloating and water-retention. I loved feeling the baby move inside me. It was like hatching an alien, and feeling it try fight its way out.
  3. The first time The Boyfriend and I went to the gynae, and heard the heart beat, was probably such an instant-bonding experience for us. I don’t think it had sunk in for either of us. But hearing the baby’s heart beat was incredible. It was so fast, and so strong. The Boyfriend’s eyes misted up, and he looked completely enchanted. He was completely besotted with the fact that his baby was growing inside me.
  4. I didn’t get any weird cravings. I didn’t eat coal, or pickles and ice cream, like I’d heard some women did. Except for  strawberry milkshake once. And that was it. Other than that, it was all about quantity, when eventually the morning sickness passed. The more the better as far as I was concerned. I got very hungry, and when I was hungry, I needed to be fed immediately. Otherwise I got very cranky.
  5. Maternity clothes were appalling. I hated them with a passion. There was nothing flattering. Fat pants to the max. I was miserable, fashion wise, for months.
  6. I was moody, and very tempermental. I beat The Boyfriend up on a daily basis.
  7. That being said, he looked after me so lovingly. Constantly cooking for me, running me baths, buying me nice things, rubbing my back and telling me I looked lovely. Even though I probably didn’t.
  8. Ante-natal classes were fun. Fun but scary. And it was nothing like you see on tv, with yoga mats, and spread legs and squatting and breathing heavily. It was more like a lecture. But an informative one. One that you actually try to remember, because you know this shit is going to come in handy.
  9. I hated people touching the belly. Unless I knew you and you asked, it annoyed me. People would come up to me in supermarkets, and touch me. Creeped me right out.
  10. I loved it when The Boyfriend used to lie with his head on the belly, talking and singing to The Kid. Those moments were special.

Sigh…I also wish I’d taken more pregnancy photos..

    Just Some Thoughts

    It always seems, like the troubles you’re having right now with your kid(s) are the only ones there have ever been. How quickly you forget the newborn sleepless nights, the waking up three or four times to feed. The nights spent lying on the couch, breastfeeding and clock-watching. The colic that seemed endless.

    When people around you with babies complain about the same thing, you find yourself thinking ‘oh, that wasn’t so bad’. How quick we are to forget. And dismiss other people’s problems as trivial. But when you were going through it yourself, it was the end of the fucking world.

    How quickly you forget the post-natal depression. And the fact that at one point in time, you despised your baby, and didn’t feel like a mother. Rather you felt like a babysitter. A pair of breasts to feed a little demon. How quickly you forget the denial, and the fervent wishes that you could go back and change things. Not be a mother. Not have a  screaming child at 3 in the morning.

    How quickly you forget, once your child is sleeping through the night, what it means to be sleep-deprived. And once you’ve achieved sleeping through the night, how simple it seems. And how you try to explain your method to other mothers. Who just don’t seem to get it.

    Yes, parenting is hard. Parenting is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do. But I’ve learnt one thing. Whatever drama you’re facing now, that seems like the end of the world. It’s only temporary.

    There’s something far worse waiting around the corner.