I wish I remember where I first saw the phrase “falling into the pit of comparison” but I love it, for many reasons.
Truthfully, it’s almost more of a swirling vortex of quicksand, doom, and depression rather than simply a “pit”, but that doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, nor does it flow off the tongue as easily.
The Pit of Comparison doesn’t only apply to our babies, or our view of ourselves as mothers, but for this blog I’m going to focus on those two genres/topics because this is supposed to be a mommy blog after all.
Continue reading The Pit of Comparison
When my son was first admitted to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, I thought I could handle it alone. I had seen a flyer for a support group meeting on the fridge on my way back to my son’s pod, but I didn’t ever bother to check and see when the meetings were or where.
I have dealt with family in the hospital before. I’m a sign language interpreter, so I have worked bedside assignments before.
I’ve never been a mother before, though.
I’ve never watched my child fight for his tiny little life.
I’ve never had half of my heart outside of my body and watched it struggle to surive.
Continue reading Why I Love My NICU Support Group
As you’ve probably figured out, the NICU is a hard place to be.
Parents have to watch their babies grow in incubators and must leave them behind at the hospital every night.
That picture perfect idea they had during the pregnancy is shattered and replaced with nurses, doctors, specialists, medications, surgeries, tubes, wires, machines, monitors, and the very high possibility that depression and anxiety will take a firm hold on their lives.
It’s no wonder why parents get sucked into the pull of depression while in the NICU; my husband and I did.
I can’t speak for my husband and what exactly he felt, but he was the one that suggested the two of us went to counseling so we could deal with it (which I am forever grateful for).
I can, however, break down what was going on in my head.
Continue reading Depression & Anxiety in the NICU
It may not seem like it in the moment, with the sleepless nights, the incessant crying, the constant laundry piling up, and the never ending string of dirty diapers, but babies don’t stay babies for very long.
In the moment it feels like an eternity, but truthfully, their infancy passes by and before you know it, they’re toddling around and making mischief.
It’s important to me, to keep the memories of my son’s infancy alive; even from his NICU stay.
I have pulled together a list of 5 baby keepsake ideas to help you keep the memories of your little one’s baby days alive, too.
Continue reading 5 Fun Baby Keepsake Items
Having a baby can put a lot of strain on a relationship.
Having a baby in the NICU adds even more strain.
Rarely do couples handle stress the same way, and they may tend to lash out at one another when emotions become too much and bubble over (or explode, in some cases).
My husband and I certainly don’t cope with stressful situations the same way, and having a baby in the NICU proved to be no different. The strain of the situation could have ripped us apart, but we managed to glide through relatively unscathed.
While I am by no means a relationship expert and I cannot promise what worked for us will work for you, here’s what we did to survive our son’s NICU stay.
Continue reading How to Keep Your Relationship From Falling Apart in the NICU
It seems like in the age of social media, the pressures to be the perfect parent are even heavier, and the help to achieve said perfection is more scarce.
Everywhere you click, there are articles about how you’re messing up your baby, reasons why you are a terrible person for not using cloth diapers, pressures to go to 100% organic and home-made food, guilt-trips to make you feel like you have to be a stay at home parent and home school your child if you want them to have any chance for success in life. It’s exhausting, and frankly, impossible to be the do-it-all parent.
I don’t use cloth diapers. Shame on me.
I feed my baby formula instead of breastmilk. How dare I?
I send my son to daycare so my husband and I can work full time. We’re so neglectful!
Continue reading Breaking Free of Mommy Guilt
Love is a funny thing.
It has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it, or when you need it the most. It never seems to come when you’re looking, and it never seems to show up in the manner you had imagined.
It has a way of changing everything, and making you blind and deaf to everything but your sweetie.
Love can bring you to the highest levels of euphoria, and drop you to the heaviest, most crushing pit of despair and pain.
It is so unpredictable, but when you find it, my dear son, I hope you hold on and never let go.
When I found your father, it pulled me from the life I knew and dropped me into a whirlwind of unknowns (and I am sure by now you have picked up on the fact that I hate the not knowing, and it drives your dad crazy).
So how did I meet your father, and why did I uproot everything to be with him? Let me tell you the story.
Continue reading How I Met Your Father