the kind of mother i am…
As I mentioned in a previous post, my son was a “surprise.” I mean I didn’t wake up one day and have a cramp and then a couple of hours later have a 6lb. baby. I mean, we didn’t plan it. It just happened… as things tend to do since, as I have also mentioned, I am not good at math and I have a harder time counting when I have been drinking. So, now he is SO here and has been for a little over two years and I love him like I love oxygen.
This is the kind of mom I am.
Pregnancy: Sucked
I hated pregnancy. It started out like a hangover. A hangover that lasted for six months. It felt like there was an alien growing inside me. I imagined myself in the first Alien movie when that alien head busted out of that guy’s gut and it was all screaming and slimey and toothy… It was NOT the gestational bliss some crazy hippy ancestors promised it would be. I should have bought stock in Tums because I bought enough to send That Baby through college. I couldn’t breathe, my feet and ankles were the same width as my thighs and I almost had to grease my feet to get my sassy boots on. And YES, I was going to wear my sassy black stilletto boots. YES, I wore high heels many times. I refused to be Pregnant and insisted on just being pregnant.
Pregnancy is great for some, but not for me.
Labor, Delivery, Hell: hmph!
Ah… the final descent from nine months of planning and, and fretting, and planning, and fretting… came to it’s glorious culmination. I was induced and that is good because I was ready. I demanded pain medication. All of it. Stadol(Sp) was like going down the Rabbit Hole with Alice but I don’t regret it. I don’t think that doing it naturally would have made me a better, stronger, more special mom. Just a crankier mom. I requested an episiotomy should it be necessary. I don’t think RIPPING naturally makes childbirth a better experience. Quite the opposite.
He was born pretty quickly and that is great!
Life With a Newborn: Scariest shit I have ever done. (I have done a lot of scary shit)
I didn’t breastfeed. We didn’t co-sleep. We don’t have a family bed. I am a stay-at-home-mom who works. I don’t plan on home-schooling and am in fact trying to figure out how I can ensure that he goes to a solid private school starting at three or four years old.
That is the kind of mom I am.
The thing with parenting is that everyone, and I mean everyone, does it different. Some people think that their way is the only way and pretty much everybody (parents or not) have strong opinions about how it should be done. Ultimately, people should raise their children as they see fit. And if these children are happy and healthy and safe, well then, no one should judge anyone for doing it differently.