Mom, Mother, Mommy, Mama. Not sure which one I will permanently go by, I will leave that up to Makaio to decide once he starts talking. However, I have come to find a whole new appreciation for mothers ever since I joined the mom club.
Postpartum. I remember I would hear that word and wonder what it meant exactly. No one really speaks about it, and as a young woman I was not sure what that meant for not just my body, but my womanhood.
I was staring at the ultrasound screen and completely intrigued that I had a little human growing happily inside me. I squeezed Bryan’s hand as he held mine and looked at him with love in my heart, because I knew he was just as excited as I was. We waited anxiously as the gynecologist took measurements of the baby, but WAIT, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to about a week before Christmas.
Some of us get up at the crack of dawn, maybe comb our hair (baseball caps and buns usually do the trick), and head out to work/school. While some others are stumbling through the door with the scent of alcohol and tacos seeped into our clothes from the night before. Then there are some of us who are up and ready by 6am, have breakfast done, and the kids ready to go to school in a matter of seconds. No matter where your day begins, you are a millennial! Be proud too, because we make sh*t happen!