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#8 What About Your Friends

It's week 13 and my bundle is 3 months tomorrow! Woo hoo! We're moving right along! This week is all about friends and support. Sort of an ode to my friends. What about your friends...when you have a newborn and all of them either don't have or want any OR have grown kids (this is a whole 'nother post)? I know at least twenty other 30 something, first time mamas who had their babies in 2015. Unfortunately, we are all miles a part with the exception of two. Also, my family is quite spread out - Arizona, Alabama, Georgia and a few here in Florida.

Honestly, I panicked when we booked my mama's flight home. I thought, "Oh no, how am I going to do this? Will I ever sleep again? How will I go grocery shopping? Will I ever workout at my leisure? How do people do this? Why do people do this?" Literally, though when she stepped out of the car at the airport, my bundle and I cried all the way home.

I panicked because I thought I was alone. I wasn't. Thankfully, I had been nice to more than a few people while here in Orlando :-). I would name them, but I'd forget someone. My close girlfriends surrounded me, a couple coworkers transformed into weekend friends and my church family did what they do best - loved us. Some have kids, others not, but all found a way to be there. You never wear out your welcome, so I rotate through the list so as not to wear any one out. :-)

Mamas: "What about your support system? Do you have one? Who is it? Family? Friends? They are crucial to first time mamas, even for married, first time mamas. We all need a lil' help, sleep, space and love. Sorry to be super mushy this week. It just dawned on me the people in my life are AMAZING and they ROCK!

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#7 Lil' Fast Tail Mama

I'm a lil' fast tail mama! Yeah, I said it! Well, let me explain...

I'm doing everything FAST...before my little one wakes up. For example: I eat standing, use the restroom with the quickness, walk with urgency, wash dishes at rapid speeds, grocery shop on a mission, drive with authority and anything else you can think of - I do it FAST! Sometimes I wish I could sprout an extra set of hands and feet, but even that may not help.

Don't get me wrong my bundle is the sweetest, but while he sleeps he's even sweeter. I battle with myself on whether I should wash and fold, watch TV quietly, do some work or just pass out. I know what your thinking, "SLEEP!" Really though it's a struggle, so I turn into Speedy Gonzalez (remember that cartoon?). I try to get so many things done it's not even funny, then he pops his head up and I never see my favorite part of the agenda, my nap.

I'm sure many mamas know exactly what I am talking about. My hubby doesn't understand, and in my opinion, he moves entirely too slow. He can take a nice relaxing shower. Why? Because I have eyes on the bundle. When I am showering if I hear the bundle crying, it ruins my whole shower. This causes me to rush through what I call "serenity". Once I get out, the bundle is done crying and everything is under control. Guess, I just need to learn that it will be okay, so just stay in the shower and enjoy.

Too late! I've gotten accustomed to showering with the bundle right outside the shower door. Thank God for glass shower doors! He is so sweet, he just sits there and coos and plays with his blanket. Of course, this is when my hubby is working, but it works very well and much better than waiting on him to get home. Your bag of tricks expand as a mama. Leave any of your tips or tricks below when it comes to getting things done or not!

That's all, folks! (In my Porky Pig voice)

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#6 FMLA Ain't Enough

It's week 10! I have been on parental leave for the last 13 weeks. "When are you going back to work?" is a very common question. I answer, "Soon." Who in their right mind wants to leave their new most favorite person in the world? I think about how upset he may be when he wakes and I'm not there. I know he'll be fine, but am I excited about this next stage? NOPE! 

Other Mamas tell me to suck it up and do what you got to do. Maybe they are right. I should just suck it up, but why should I have to. 

FMLA mandates 12 weeks of leave, however, they leave out how you get paid. So, you either take the leave with pay, without pay or some combination of both. This is crazy! For a Mama without pay, how does she factor in resources, budgeting, craziness of parenthood and postpartum hormones. It's never-ending and unforgiving.

Why is this okay? Why is this the norm? Why do mamas and daddies alike have to go back to work and leave their little bundles? It's not right. US companies could learn a thing or two from Denmark, Sweden or France. Some countries support full paid leave or 80% paid leave, and it is most certainly for longer than 12 weeks. 

What do you think the parental leave model should look like? 

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#5 PPD: Getting Back to Me by A Guest Mama Writer

“Understanding that you are not as strong as you think. Experiencing a life that you knew in a new point of view. Feeling helpless and alone in your emotions. Loving the life that you birthed, but scared to bestow any of these emotions onto this living being. Not being able to recognize the person in the mirror that you now see. Realizing that this is the new you and embracing the changes. Trying to understand that all of the changes are natural and hormones are all a part of the process. Being pregnant and not realizing how much having a baby can impact your life as a whole.  Feeling as though no one can ever understand what you just went through and what you continue to go through.”

 

These are the thoughts that are in the mind of someone suffering from PPD. As a first time mother, I had to accept the fact that I was struggling and needed help. My turning point came when, after two months of trying to breastfeed, my doctor told me to stop in order to keep my sanity. I stressed over not being able to feed my baby. While being pregnant I read many expecting baby books that tell you breastfeeding is the best way to provide nourishment to your baby. Trying to get your baby to bond with you through latching was the most difficult task that I have ever encountered. At one point in time I just sat and cried for hours because I felt useless. “If I can’t feed my baby, then what am I good for?” I found myself playing this mental game with myself. I constantly told myself that it’s okay and I am fine. I would go out for walks and start workout videos to try to reduce my depression. One week I would be fine and the next week I would find myself under blankets in a dark room.

I share and speak my truth with the hopes that someone will read and accept that they might have PPD. If you believe that you do, get help. I am a confident and successful mother telling you that it can happen to anyone. Take the first step back to you.

-Shay

#4 My Advice Regarding Advice

It's Week 8!! 

It goes without saying, family, friends and coworkers will give their unsolicited advice and instructions about your pregnancy and child rearing. (However, I was not ready for the strange lady in the parking lot.)  I knew I was ill equipped and that's why God made mamas, especially mine. She stayed with my family 46 days, teaching me the ropes. 

Back to this advice - I'd like to think I was accepting and at least listened to them. BUT some people take it a bit too far. The people I expected advice from, said nothing, and those - in many cases I didn't even know - had lots to say!

My most favorite moment of pregnancy was this older lady who ran across the parking lot to tell me I was too big and to stop eating. I was 5 months pregnant and I can honestly say I hadn't gained more than 10 to 12 lbs. I looked and felt great, most of all, my doctor was very happy with my progress. Apparently, just not up to her standards. 

We've  heard everything from he shouldn't be sleeping that much to don't let him sleep in your bed to he needs to get sick early on. Oh, and my favorite, let him smell your armpit, he'll be smart. AND I had no idea that there were breastfeeding gangs (just two different schools of thought) out there. If you even hesitate about what you choose to do, there is a lecture to follow. Initially, I wanted to breastfeed, but once I got started, honey, my Mama and husband suggested I take a break. So, when I decided to stop - people were appalled that I had stopped. I was just on your team, we just did chest bumps 3 months ago, now I'm on "that" list. 

When I think about it, it's really all in love. Everyone is giving their advice, solicited or not, because they want the best for me and my mini. When I think about it this way, I really don't mind the advice. 

For the next pregnant lady you encounter, tailor your advice based on the level of your relationship with her. It's a good rule of thumb, if you don't know her and have to run across a parking lot to stop her BECAUSE you don't know her name - don't say anything regarding her pregnancy!

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#3 REALLY?!

My thoughts were all over the place, so I went with it. This week is a mash-up of some of the "stuff" I have encountered during my first five weeks postpartum. Bare with me as I cleanse my "Drafts".

A few random things:

1. I considered hurting my hubby because he was asleep. He was sleeping so good and snoring so loudly, I was jealous. I wanted that sleep and I was upset that he had the nerve to think it was okay to do it in front of me. I had to remind myself that he had worked a 10-12 hour shift and deserved his sleep.
2. I can't stand him. My hubby must always overachieve when he is at home with our bundle. He has to not only care for the lil' one, but cook, clean and change his truck's oil with the bundle strapped to his chest, not really on that last one, but he would if he could (CP, that was for you). He's pretty awesome! 
3. Beware of congratulations! During my first two weeks postpartum, I had two women congratulate me! I was excited, then confused. How did they know I had a baby, he wasn't with me? Oh wait! They mean congrats on my pregnancy! Really?! After losing 24 pounds, I still look pregnant. This mess just ain't right! PSA, women and men alike: NEVER congratulate a woman on her pregnancy unless she just told you, she was pregnant. You can thank me later! 
4. A&D ointment is for tattoos. AND babies?! My mama shook her head at our tube of Destin for diaper rash. She highly suggested A&D ointment for babies. I thought it was for tattoos. This was true, but it was also used for the prevention of diaper rash. Go figure! Don't judge me! In my defense, my only interaction with this product had to do with fresh tattoos. By the way, it's nothing short of amazing!

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#2 Qualifying Status Change

My insurance company calls my bundle of joy's birth a "Qualifying Status Change". It allots 30 days to add them to my health policy. Qualifying. Status. Change. Um, yeah! More like Life-Will-Never-Be-the-Same Change. Yes, I understood my life would never be the same once we decided to try for a "little one", but did I completely understand the depth of the status change or my emotions and body would undergo? NO.

Somehow, I found the time to torture myself with questions about my ability to do this and how do I get back to me. (At this point, there was no turning back.) Once my bundle arrived, the definition of "me" changed immediately, no, abruptly. Truth be told, this new mama had a tough time adjusting. Taking on breastfeeding, pumping, sleep (what, sleep?), showering, oh, and occasionally eating was a massive undertaking to one hormonal, sleep deprived Poarchè. Yep! I know. I am not the first and won't be the last, but this is my story, my truth. 

I found myself looking forward to showering, so I could just have a moment to myself AND massage the heavy, painful bricks my chest had become. I had high regard for my shower and still do. It became the place I reclaimed my sanity and regained my strength to lose both all over again. Books, Google, an Auntie, co-workers, and not even my own Mama could prepare me for this unique experience. Nothing short of experiencing pregnancy and motherhood can prepare you for pregnancy and motherhood. I better understand the concept of siblings now.

This special rite of passage and induction into the sisterhood of motherhood (thanks for the add R. Grainger) has been a qualifying status change. As I close out this 6th week of motherhood today, I realize my bundle is my life's greatest accomplishment. Pregnancy, labor and delivery were qualifying milestones along the way. I survived them, and that means I can survive anything. I created, grew and delivered life. 

Mama, now I get it. Words cannot express how much I appreciate your sacrifice, your love, and the support you provide to myself and sister. I must extend my greatest, deepest air "high five" (ya'll know I'm corny :-)) to all mothers - young, single, working wives and housewives (some can check more than one box) - because I did not understand the warrior in each of you. Each group has a different set of challenges, but somehow ladies, you get up, get it done and repeat everyday.

Shout out to my hubby and my village! Thanks for the push - I'm flying now.