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Give This Lady a Medal

Now I may let my “crunchy mama” side show for just a second here… 

I work in little baby boutique and it comes with some great perks. I get to see adorable babies all day long. Sometimes I get to squeeze their cute little selves but.. And here’s the kicker… I get to give them back! I mean, I totally get the baby fevers going on sure but I also get to hear some pretty cool labor and delivery stories too.

Stories about home births and unmedicated deliveries. I was even shown a wicked C-Section scar. I’ve always been fascinated by home births. In your own home, laboring. You have your own space and no one is making you stay in that bed. It sounds awesome. On the other hand… I don’t want the first words that my children ever hear to be a string of profanities. We know that would happen. Give me the drugs, lay me on the table. 

I breastfed Frank for 13 months, made his baby food, refused to put cereal in a bottle. Well Frank wasn’t having no stinkin’ bottle anyway but you get what I’m saying. I even baby carried most of the time. Five and a half years later and it is still pretty attached parenting. Seriously though… get out of my bed kid! My crunchy goes quite stale at “give me the epidural”.  

My labor and delivery was too easy. Umm, why don’t I get to be awesome? I had my epidural and everyone just assumed I was a witch because I still had full control over my legs but could not feel a thing!  I felt like it was too easy. Well, until Frank refused to come out and they just yanked him with the forceps.

You moms are straight up rockstars! My mom is one of you. I was not born at home but that woman only spent 3 hours in the hospital before I arrived. No meds at all, just straight up screaming at my aunt, “I DONT NEED ANY DAMN DRUGS!” Like. A. Total. Bad. Ass. Still to this day, that woman is stronger than I could ever hope to be. Still a total badass. 

You are all bad ass. All of you. The at homes, the hospital, the csection, the natural, the unmedicated. Every last one of you. Amazing. Your body held a freakin’ human being! You are amazing.

I still believe my mother deserves a standing ovation and a medal! Thank you, Momma.

Do you have an awesome story about bringing your babies earth side?  Share it with me in the comments or email me. I may share a few!

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How Can I Miss You If You Won’t Go Away?

Does anyone else get super excited when their husbands go back to work?  After a long vacation, are you just glad to see him go?  I am not afraid to admit that I am!

As you probably know, J has been out of work for quite some time with his knee injury.  The doctor suggested he stay out until he was seen by a specialist.  He said “Injured or not, sitting around doesn’t pay the bills,” so yesterday he decided to give it a shot and get back to work.  Bless his heart.  He’s so hard headed but…

HALLELUYER!

Now don’t get me wrong.  I love that man more than anything but he sure knows how to drive a woman crazy!  Being a stay at home mom, I often find myself needing someone to talk to.  I am totally good for another 5 years!

I’m probably gonna get some crap about “there are women who go a very long time without seeing their husbands and they’d be lucky to have him home for a longer period of time.”  I most certainly would be missing him like crazy if we were in that situation.  Every family is different and every marriage doesn’t work the same way.  Be glad of that.  That would be weird.

J’s job allows him to be home with me during the colder months 3-4 days every week.  I love our time together and I do miss him when he’s back at work.  I rarely see him during the summer due to his schedule so I try to take advantage of the time we have together.

Not a month though.  Never a month ever again.

Dating: “aww. i love you. i can’t wait until we are able to spend every hour of every day together.”

Marriage: “were we high the entire time we were dating?”

This is my marriage.  All out honesty.  We are crazy about each other and we make each other crazy.  We wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Do You Know They Can See You?

Dealing with an addiction is hard.  I get it.  I totally get it.  It’s a struggle to make it through the day.  Do you know what I think is harder?  Loving someone with an addiction.

Now, let’s be real.  You can be addicted to anything.  Drugs, alcohol, sex… the list goes on and on.  I know when you’re getting high or drunk or whatever it is you think you need that it’s all about you.  You’re just thinking about yourself.  I just need another pill.  I just need 3 more pills.  In that split moment, you’re not thinking about anyone else but the person in the mirror.  What about everyone else?

What about them?  What about that woman or man laying next to you every night?  What about that little voice you hear every  day saying “Mommy”, “Daddy”, “Grandma”, “Grandpa”?  What about the people who have loved you from the first day you stepped into their lives?  Don’t you know they can see you??prescription-plain-300px

The pain that they are feeling is far worse than anything you’ve ever felt.  I’ve birthed a child and it doesn’t even come close to the pain of a broken heart.  Waking up every morning and your heart shattering again.  Labor pain ends.

Nothing I’m saying is going to help.  I know that.  You have to want to put others before yourself.  You have to want to start a new life.  You have to want to separate yourself from the things that have brought you down so far.  The next time you’re sitting there just thinking about yourself.  I hope you hear that little voice telling you how much they love you.

 

**I wrote this mainly for myself.  I am dealing with some things at the moment that I just felt needed to be written. But maybe you’re thinking you’re alone, you’re not.**

 

He Just Called Her WHAT?!

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As mothers we all know that the feeling we get the first time our child says “Mama” is pretty close to being on top of the world.  I mean… I don’t know what being on top of the world feels like but I’m sure it’s pretty much the same thing.  What about the first time your STEP child calls you “Mama”.  GASP!! 

It could have been accidental.  You know, a slip of the tongue.  He’s just used to that lady around being called “mama”.  Or… maybe it was intentional.  Maybe he knows the one that’s there is keeping him safe and loved, like Mama would.

For several years, Murph would slip.  Every once in a while for a brief moment I was Mama.  “No, Baby.”  I’d say.  “Mimi.”  I had heard “he better not be calling her mom” enough times I was having nightmares about it.  Okay, not really.  However, I always made it a point to make that simple correction.

Until…

Until Murph was four years old and I was the mother of a new baby boy.  Murph loved his little brother so much and as Frank started to grow I could tell they were going to be best buds.  Frank continued to grow and started to speak.  Being “Mama” to someone all the time, every second, every day was an incredible feeling.  All of a sudden, the more time spent with Murph, the less I was Mama to Frank.  Hearing my little boy call me “Mimi” was like a punch to the eye.

That was it.  I never corrected Murph again.  I needed to talk to Kim.  I needed to tell her how I felt and what was happening.  Even as friends, I still get a knot in my stomach when I need to bring up touchy subjects with Mama Bear.  When he is with me, would it be okay if he calls me Mom?  Just until his brother understands our situation.  She told me she was having the same problem with her daughter and the name of “Daddy”.  Boy what a relief that was!  Josh was completely on board with the plan since I had really been struggling with the issue.  From then on I was Mom and Justin was Dad.

We had an understanding.  She knew I would never try to take her place.  I’ve never pushed Murph to call me anything other than what he chose.  I could be Mindy, Mimi, Mom, whatever!  As long as he didn’t call me StepMother cause that just sounds ridiculous and he’s not Cinderella!  Ever since, Murph has officially had two moms and two dads.  Each given the name.

Fast forward and people are in our ears.  “Why do you let him call her Mom?” or “Why do you let him call him Dad?”  The responses are easy and simple.  There is only a difference in who made the child.  There is no difference in the love that the four of us have for Murph.  It’s hard not to love that kid with your whole heart.  I know some of you think the four of us are insane people and that’s okay.  We kinda are.  But!  We know what works for us.

What works for you?  Who are you to your stepchild(ren)?

 

Showing Some Love!

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Happy Valentines’ Day, Ya’ll!  I hope all of you and your loved ones are having a wonderful day.  I just wanted to take a few seconds to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you that have visited my blog, posted comments, likes, follows, all that good stuff!  THANK YOU!  All of you through facebook, twitter, instagram, and whereever else you may be finding me, have truly been awesome.  A few weeks ago I was so nervous about starting this blog and writing down my feelings and stories that I nearly gave up before I had written the first word.  I’m so glad that I didnt.  In just a few short weeks I’ve had over 200 site visitors and nearly 500 views!  It may not seem like much, but to someone who thought she was going to be talking to the air, this is huge!  I’m very lucky to have so much support from my husband, family, and friends.  I can’t say thank you enough and I look forward to giving you more great reads in the future.

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Again, thank you all so very much!  Keep a look out for a new post coming Monday!  I’m pretty excited about this one.

Have an awesome day, ya’ll!

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