Happy Birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! March 16th, 2017. Normally every year, me and my children celebrate together. This year, I almost forgot it was my birthday. Granted, I got my first birthday text at 12:01 AM and my best friend told me in person. I just wasn’t in a celebrating mood.
Fear is something your children give you from the day you see a positive pregnancy test. You stress over every little flutter, watch what you eat, try to keep yourself healthy, finalize every little detail of their room, even down to worrying you won’t be good enough. Then, when your child finally makes their appearance, you fear on a whole new level. As newborns, you don’t think you are doing things right, you fear every little sneeze, fart, cry. From there, comes a whole new level of fear! Missed steps, picky eaters, temper tantrums, repeating cuss words even! But imagine that not being all you had to worry about.
Hospitals. They are terrifying. Do we even enjoy being in there when we give birth? Sure, you get waited on, hand and foot. But does that beat the awkwardness? The opposite sex seeing your nether regions is always uncomfortable in the hospital or doctor's office. People you only know for a day or so pretty much know everything about you! Yet, you can barely remember their name with out looking at the name tag hanging on their shirt!
Let’s face it: being a mom is hard. Whether you are a working mom or a stay at home mom, it’s hard. Five years ago I took on this task and gave birth to my first born: eight pounds, fifteen ounces. Healthy baby boy. For three years, I worked little jobs, but nothing serious. Then we got pregnant with our second, and I became a full time, stay at home mom. Awesome right?! It was. Then, March 13, 2017, our lives changed forever.