On not being a supermom

Superhero punching action!

From the outside, it might look like I'm trying to be a supermom. I have a birth that went without a hitch. I'm breastfeeding, babywearing, and cloth diapering. I'm working 40 hours a week. The house isn't a total disaster. We're staying involved in a small group bible study and volunteering at church. I'm starting to plan the garden. Elliott's really, really cute and growing like crazy (He gained more than 5 lbs in his first 2 months!). Admittedly, things are going really well.

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.