this is how i know i'm a mom

[where'smyhalo?]

showering is a luxury.

there is baby puke under my nails, on my shirt, in my bed, on the chair... you name it, it's now got a whitish tint to it and it kinda stinks.

i went out for the first time the other night and i went to pay for a drink, and infant mylicon fell out of my purse. HOT.

[post01] do you guys have any defining moments when you realized that it was no longer all about you?

[Digital Ghost]

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson... I ain't into any of dose baby-mama-drama's...
But you keep talkin' like dat... and you's a-be havin' my little brat!

So hott! [post70] [post104]








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Seriously though, you sound like my sister when she had her own. [post24]

[ej]

Yep. The day that I had to wipe my 6-year-old's ass -- I had thought that he'd have been beyond that, but he had his reasons. And this was before the baby was born. And then, there was the day that I was holding the baby over my head and she puked in my mouth. Nothing says "daddy" like a mouthful of your daughter's puke.

[WanderingFaerie]

LOL!! I have many of these moments. The first three weeks I really struggled with it. Now it's just a fact of life.

I was at the Tori Amos concert last Tuesday and my cell phone reminder to take my birth control went off. Ok I have to set a reminder to take it... I have mommy brain and forget everything.

I am scrubbing baby poop out of his clothes about as often as I am scrubbing out of mine.

And yes there is that cute baby spit up that is chunky and stinks and runs down your back. Luckily it's not gotten in my hair yet.

And then there are the smiles and the laughs (that's about all my baby does right now) that make it all worth it.

My hubby and I have realized we have a new lord and master in our house. His name is Darren and he is our king now.

~Sally

[FaerieDreamer]

The fact that I can wipe his nose with my fingers and think nothing of it.


or the day I went to work without realizing I had puke stains on my pants...my black pants!

[angeles]

Yep. The day that I had to wipe my 6-year-old's ass -- I had thought that he'd have been beyond that, but he had his reasons.

you know, my son does the same thing. I'm beyond that though! I tell him that he's a big boy and he can do it himself. Of course, though, my parent's baby him so he knows he can get a way with it.

Worrying... When my son left me for the first time to go with his dad. Sometime after he was 1 y/o. Worrying about how they were going to take good care of my boy. Because I'm his mama, I know what works best for him. That's how I know I'm a Mommy. Because my love for him transcends this earth. We were talking about death and God the other day, and I was trying to explain heaven to him in terms that he can relate to. He said to me, "Mommy, what if I die before you?" I said "Noah, if you die before Mommy, I'll have to go to the hospital for a long time because I would be so sad. But I know that you'd be an angel. Kid's are always angels."

I love the age he's at right now. 6 years old is a good age. Even better than the cute 2 and 3 year old.

xo, angeles

[where'smyhalo?]

:)

every single thing he does, however sick or trying or messy or loud, is the best thing that he could possibly do. i never thought i would love another person's bodily functions this much. i'm totally happy to be woken up in the middle of the night to clean shit.

[ej]

i'm totally happy to be woken up in the middle of the night to clean shit.You're a better man than I. I didn't sleep through a night for nearly two years, and by the end of that period, I was no longer as enamoured of the smell of baby poop.

[PotatoFace]

i knew im a mummy when i can talk on the phone, post here and do it all while nursing.

ohh and pick up stuff with my feet.


the best thing was waking up to see that she had wiggled up to my face, we co sleep, and had her hand on my cheek and was smiling at me as i woke up. then she licked my nose. she'll be 6 weeks on friday.

also the way she blatently stares at my tits in public.

[mellissima]

when our bedsheets are covered with a mixture of milk, juice, and pee stains - try as one might, they always need cleaned..yes, he sleeps with us. :/

[garoux]

I'm not actually a mommy yet, but the way that I knew for real that I was going to be one was my first ultrasound in the ER at 13 weeks. I'd fallen in the garden and had cramping and was terrified for my little one. At that ultrasound we saw Gwen (though we didn't know she was a she then), and she was kicking and sucking her thumb. I'd already heard the heartbeat the week before, but seeing her and knowing she was inside me was a reality check. I keep having these little reality checks.

I realized that my sister was a mom, for real, when she came to visit me when her son was 4.5 months old. She walked into my house with her suitcase, her purse, her cell phone attached to her ear, a big ass diaper bag, her son in the pumpkin seat, and a bouncer all at once. It was like she was some sort of human-beast-of-burden who could easily balance all of this crap like it was no problem whatsoever.

[Rose Bud]

i knew im a mummy when i can talk on the phone, post here and do it all while nursing.
ohh and pick up stuff with my feet.
the best thing was waking up to see that she had wiggled up to my face, we co sleep, and had her hand on my cheek and was smiling at me as i woke up. then she licked my nose. she'll be 6 weeks on friday.
also the way she blatently stares at my tits in public.

I could do the "pick up stuff with my feet" before I was a mom. I've always been able to do it. I've just noticed how much it comes in handy when you are a mom!

I knew when I had found a binky in my pocket, and another time found one in my purse, and it didn't strike me as odd.

I knew when I got over my "OMG SPOT ON MY CLOTHING, MUST CHANGE NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!" obsession. I'd go to work with milk spots on my shirt, or the faint "this is puke that I tried to clean because I can't go home and change" stain on my pants.

And this was a recent one--I found myself doing the "lick your fingers to clean a spot of your kids face" thing, and my son was squirming to get away to get me to stop.

[dormilona]

garoux... i shared your moment of terror. i know exactly what you mean about a reality check. when i started spotting at 17 weeks i became a damn basket case. everything turned out fine, but it showed me how much this little person is the focus... and not me.

[StellaMarie]

I had a reality check when my daughter stepped in dog mess and there I was, over the sink, scrubbing dog shit out of the grooves of the sole of her tennis shoe. Yes, this is me, Mommy.