Mommy Mahem

Being a mother is work, hard work. From giving birth to getting up at 3 am because he thinks it's time to play. Being a mother, comes with many joys as well. Having someone to laugh with, even when the things you do and say aren't really that funny. You know when they look you in the eyes it isn't to try to tell you "Hey, feed me!" They are telling you, "Mommy you take such good care me, I love you." Oh.. the joys of motherhood. 

I remember as a kid, watching the shows on T.V, or sitting through a class in middle school, while your instructor tries to talk to, not so awkwardly, about childbirth. I told myself, "I am never, ever, having a baby." I always thought the pain would be too unbearable. The weakling, that I was could never go through something so painful. But when I found I was pregnant, no thought about the pain crossed my mind. Until, of course, the day before it was time to give birth. Curled in a closet, with my knees tucked to my chin, crying and begging my husband not to let me do it. When it came time to push, I was more excited then scared. Having a hard time of breathing was the worse part, in my experience. Pushing part wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. Okay.. There were a few times where I wanted to give up and tell them to just cut me open and remove him themselves. Oh, and I told them! BUT... I stuck with it and pushed and pushed. Finally, out came my 8 lb 5 oz little boy of joy. He was the most amazing little human being I have ever seen. I loved him more then I thought was possible to love something so small. 

Bringing him home was so special, because then I knew he was safe. We were both safe. Now, on July 5th 2013 he is 7 months old. 

                                                  Wow.. They sure do grow up fast!