|Superhero punching action!|
Thing is, I'm not Supermom.
- I had easy, beautiful pregnancy and birth, but I know that was luck more than effort.
- Breastfeeding for the first two or three weeks was hard and painful, even though it's "not supposed to hurt". I didn't ask for help like I should have.
- I love my Moby and Ergo, but can't figure out my ring sling, of all things.
- I prefer cloth diapering because, apparently, I'm really bad at diapering, and every time I tried to put a disposable on him, it'd leak. I have better luck with cloth.
- I'm only able to work because my mom and Josh have sacrificed to help with Elliott and around the house so I could get stuff done.
- When I try to work and take care of Elliott at the same time, I feel bad that he's not getting the attention I want him to have.
- He's covered in spit up and I'm covered in spit up pretty much all the time, and I can never manage to have a burp cloth handy. This kid is a spit up machine.
- There are things I swore I'd never do as a mom that took just a couple days for me to decide otherwise.
- Church responsibilities are barely getting taken care of- again, I'm thankful for all the help I've gotten.
- Small group friends have been the best support, and brought us meals for a month after Elliott was born. I don't know what we would have otherwise.
- Now, we eat out more than I'd like to admit.
- I'm obviously not doing a good job being a 'mom blogger', with as few posts as I've written!
I'm loving being a mom, but most the time I'm feel like I'm just muddling through. I suppose that's the story of all new parents. Maybe I'll attain Supermom status someday, but it's already looking unlikely. Elliott's going to have to find another superhero, I'm afraid.
I nominate his dad.