Motherhood and Sisterhood

Ok, so I don't think anyone would fault me for not posting on my blog for three months when they now I have been preparing, laboring, pushing, loving, nursing, changing, and caring for every need of a little one. It seems ridiculous that I can even find time to go to the bathroom let alone write on my blog. To be perfectly honest the only reason I am is because I was inspired to by my most wonderfully talented friend Rebecca. She excels at blog posts, photography, and any creative endeavor at its utmost. While I tell myself I would be creative if there was time.

Rebecca has always been an amazing friend to me, through the mission, college roomates, first years of marraige, and now first child. We haven't gone through these life events simultaneous but we always been friends through it all and that is what has mattered.

As I graze upon this new life choice called motherhood I have made discoveries that I feel slightly left in the dark that no one mentioned to me prior. A few include: the suturing up after having already gone through the most intense contractions that words cannot describe, the fundal massage (don't let the word massage fool you) that the nurse does after your baby comes out by pushing on your uterus so hard you want to slap her, the consequences of your new sleep deprived life, like placing refrigerated perishables such as ice cream in the cupboard, the yellow mustard poo that not any diaper on this earth could contain, and changing it with one boob still hanging out from nursing, the need for a burp cloth sown to your armpit, the achy back from literally hours upon hours of nursing and holding your little one, the fact that they always cry and need to be held when you finally get dinner on the table, and last but not least that while your husband may be helpful, there is just so much, oh so so so much he could never understood.

As I shared in my new delights of motherhood with Rebecca during a lengthy phone conversation, I realize a few things. Number 1, why my mother was ALWAYS on the phone. Number 2, we NEED , I mean REALLY NEED women in our life. Whether it is sister, mother, friend, auntie, neighbor, stranger at the store, the bottom line ladies, is WE NEED EACH OTHER! I had heard rumors of this pre child but I never really understood this principle until now. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, and he is superbly supportive beyond what I could have asked for, but only a woman knows what it is like to change a poopy diaper one handidly, while cleaning off their shoulder with their boob hanging out for round 2 of lunch. Know I recognize most of you ladies out there are pro's at this stuff, and so proficient that you never even stand up without buttoning up your bra and nicely retucking your shirt, but for this lady, in the need to catch the rivers of poo I do whatever it takes.

Only a mother knows what it is like to feel insanely crazy without getting atleast a 30 minute break in the day from her little one, but yet feels the paranoia of leaving her child for 48 hours. Only a mother knows what it is like to feel the most intense love beyond description one moment, and them extreme guilt and craziness the next. I suppose each and every mothers experience is so uniquely different and I wouldn't trade mine for the world. I would love to document every sweet cue, every giggle, gurgle, and smile. I would love to have the history books capture every moment of this little precious life, but quite frankly ladies, and I know you understand this one, I am just too busy enjoying it! And really when you look at this face can you blame me?