I am embarrassed to write this but I feel that it is necessary. So when I got pregnant I thought I was going to be one of those glamorous pregnant women who only gain thirty pounds and breeze into new mommyhood. Instead, I gained 100 pounds, couldn’t get a handle on breastfeeding, didn’t sleep for the first three months, and was a total wreck until Amelia was about 7 months old. When I was a new mom I used to see moms with older babies and be jealous of how good they looked or how confident they were as a mom. Now I know that maybe they were just as insecure and crazy as me the first three months. So I wanted to write and share some pics from my first few months as a mom so if there are any new moms out there they don’t feel like they are the only ones who had a rough go of it.
Above is a picture of me 9 months pregnant and 100 pounds heavier. I tried to eat healthy and I did eat healthy things I just ate a lot of healthy things. I would wake up starving and if I didn’t eat a pound of yogurt I would feel dizzy. The only person who was happy about my weight gain was Freckles because he loves yogurt and I shared it with him. He also loved cuddling with my pregnant belly. I think he though it was a human pillow.Then Princess A was born and nothing was as I expected. Breastfeeding hurt like hell. I would rather give birth to Princess A every day for a year than breastfeed for a year. I got so bloated after birth that I looked like I had gained more weight. The worst part was Princess A was tiny. Way smaller than I had expected. She wasn’t the chubby happy baby I had seen in movies. She was a 6 pound raisin who looked like she would break when I touched her. Just look how big my bloated hands are in the above pic and how small Princess A is. I will say Princess A always had a unique sense of humor even when she was a newborn. I used to not want to cry in front of her but the first night in the hospital I did because I was in so much pain and Princess A started smiling at me. And I don’t care what anyone says it wasn’t gas… it was a real smile because to this day whenever I get upset or cry Princess A still laughs at me.Here I am a little happier because I am no longer breastfeeding. But I am still huge, exhausted, and probably in need of a shower. I thought motherhood was going to be like this love at first sight thing where the second Princess A was born I would be so connected with her and that I would always know what she wanted and never be exhausted or upset. Instead, motherhood proved to be more like an arranged marriage where I all the sudden was expected to meet the needs and wants of a complete stranger and be completely happy and in love while doing so.This picture was taken yesterday. Princess A is 9 months old and riding the new car her grandparents bought her. Freckles is jealous of the car. And I have lost the baby weight, smile, wear fun outfits, and don’t scream at The Husband all day. Things are as they should be. But it took a lot of time, fighting, crying, therapy, therapy, and therapy. Now when I walk down the street with Princess A people compliment my clothes and Amelia’s clothes or they say things like , “You look so put together” or “How do you do it with a young baby and a dog”. I am now the mom I was jealous of when Princess A was a newborn. So I just wanted to let all the new moms out there know that they are not alone and in time they will grow into their new role. The mom they are jealous of was probably just as scattered as they are now.
Now I need your help. Sometimes I have bad days and just don’t feel glamorous because I don’t have time for a shower, makeup, or hair styling. What do you do to make yourself feel fabulous in 5 minutes?