The Mom

Today I put my shirt on backwards and inside out and didn't even notice. Today I took a short nap on the edge of bed, fully clothed including shoes, with my glasses on, with Sarabeth in her bouncy within arms reach of the bed..just in case her binky fell out-that would mean a burst of crying so loud your ears would ring. Now who can take a nap with that.

Today I actually brushed my hair, for fear of having to get out of the house for anything and seeing someone I thought looked familiar.

Today I didn't take a shower, usually that comes at 7 pm when Matt gets home, granted he's not working too late. In that case I skip the shower and go straight to bed. I wouldn't want the shower to wake me up when I'm so close to passing out.

Today I called the pediatrician 3 times hoping to get a different person from the time before to answer the question "why won't my child stop crying". The same lady answered all 3 times and gave me the same answer...she'll get better.

I know my life sounds so exciting, you want to be me. Well sorry people, unless you want to attempt to function on 4-5 hours of sleep per day, feed a child 8 times (including 2am and 5 am), change about 12 diapers-some of which are very stinky-do laundry, wash bottles (all 12 of them), make dinner, make at least one trip to Wal-Mart where you forget to buy at least 2 things that weren't on your list but you are in desperate need of, come home and leave your child in the car seat because she is sleeping for the first time in 5 hours, and attempt to take a nap-ATTEMPT because she will wake up as soon as you put your head down...I promise-unless this sounds appealing then I suggest you be happy with who you are and not to envy me.

I have to admit I'm not the person I was 5 weeks ago. I can't explain how it happens but becoming a mother changes you into a someone you would have never guessed was inside. Some days are like today, actually most days are. But some days I look down at my baby girl while she is sleeping and weep. While motherhood is a mostly thankless job with no paycheck, nothing can be more rewarding than the love I feel for my child. She smiles every time I change her diaper, even if she's in mid cry. She loves to take a bath. She gets so excited and kicks her legs when she plays on her tummy. She hates for people to touch her feet. She falls asleep every time I hold her in my arms and rock and sing to her. She's so innocent and I can't help but look at her and fall in love with who she already is. And best of all, she's mine. God gave me this one chance to raise one of His own. What a job!

So what if I may wear spit up on my shoulder all day, and leave the house fashionably in sweats and tennis shoes, wear my hair in a ponytail and carry a diaper bag instead of my favorite Fossil purse. So what if I only get to shower on the weekends (just kidding!), and I feel like I do dishes all day, in the end, I'm a mom. I'm THE MOM and she loves me no matter what.