Mami’s Musings: A Prologue

Before giving birth to my son, Mr. Sweetie, I spent a lot of time on the Internet, looking at blogs by other mothers for information about everything from labor pains, to dietary recommendations, to cloth diaper stain removal, to what I could expect in the first weeks of my baby’s life. I was constantly surprised by just how many mothers were writing online, and thought to myself, “Wow! Look at them! They are doting on their children, running households, and still have time to post daily and keep up with the comments of their readers! Nifty! Motherhood is going to be easy and breezy with a baby! I can just take over the world while he sleeps! Oh, the time I will have! I can keep painting and cooking and laundering and cleaning and bathing and starting my business of crafting intricate specialty hair accessories and pooping five times a day and…”

…I am ten weeks a mother now, and extremely lucky if I wrangle two cumulative hours of the daily-allotted twenty-four that are productive in some way. At the time of this writing, I have sneaked out of the arms of my sleeping babe to try and take a belated #2, computer balanced on the lip of the bathtub in front of me while I listen like a paranoid crackhead for the first signs of distress coming from the other room. For someone so used to keeping myself busy, this is a true test of patience and my abilities to multi-task, plan, move very quickly, and adapt. And, I suppose, while it should have been expected, it wasn’t.

At this point, I understand WHY there are so many mothers with blogs. Because it is very possible to type with one hand, that’s why. So while the baby is sleeping on the chest, nursing, or being held (because – and THIS was news – tiny babies can rarely ever stand being put down for more than a couple minutes), mothers everywhere can still type. Never in my life have I realized fully how much better evolved a mother would be if they had been born with four arms, two for the baby and two for everything else.

Having remarked on all the mothers who blog, I now must also mention that, though I seem to have missed out on the postpartum depression which afflicts some unfortunate mothers, I have come across a few really rough moments where I have reached out, desperately, through the search engines, from what feels like my permanent home in the bed next to my son, for some words of encouragement. I figured, so many mothers are writing so many things; I should find something, right? And, I will admit, I did – a father wrote it. Because, as I soon discovered, there ARE mothers writing on the subject, but nearly ALL are religiously based. As an agnostic, I find little comfort in their words, and clicked bitterly away from a sometimes nearly-completely-read article for that reason alone. Not that I think there is anything wrong with a person believing as they have chosen to (my husband, Cisco, is Catholic), but “surrendering to God” isn’t advice that I or others in my situation feel we can relate to. So I have decided that I must write this, to encourage myself, and to encourage other women who despairingly reach the same realization in their hour of need, when they really just require someone giving a virtual hug or pat on the aching back.

Please keep in mind that, at this point in the writing, I am only ten weeks in, a first-time mother, and do not have the wisdom borne of years, but rather of the kind of necessity embodied in instant oatmeal, or powdered creamer, or Band-Aids. To check out my latest lessons, tips, and kind words, visit the Mami’s Musings page here.

Mami

Mami is an artist, aspiring entrepreneur, and first-time, full-time mother. She enjoys long walks with Mr. Sweetie, good food and cooking, her family and dear friends, writing, arting and crafting. She doesn't know everything, but wants to learn, and loves to do research and share what she finds. She thinks life is like a box of puzzle pieces: you keep trying until it fits, because every piece has its place. She owns and operates whatever she sets her mind to, and knows that the sky is only the limit if you haven't left the ground yet.

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