Surviving the first days of motherhood

Mother of twoWe triedΒ  to get pregnant on the night of our wedding, but I guess we weren’t lucky enough to get a honeymoon baby. With this act, I was not even sure if I was already ready to become a mother. The issues of being ready or not did sink in the day I learned I was already pregnant, 9 months later after the wedding.

We were both excited and in fact told almost everyone about the news. We couldn’t help but to buy baby stuff in unisex colors and designs as early as 3 months. Until, I get myself caught again with the same question “How do I survive? I can’t even cook. I don’t like to wash clothes. I love long hours of sleep on my days off.

At a party at work, we had discussed about it and one of the British Managers said “Don’t worry, Mitch, you’d pick up and next thing you’d know, you’re doing very well.”

January 23, 2006. Our first bundle of joy was finally born. The moment the hospital nurse gave my baby to me for breastfeeding, I almost panicked! She just couldn’t get hold of my nipples! What do I do? Eventually, we both did it well. Unfortunately, after 3 days of trying, my milk just won’t flow. I pumped but 2 ounces is the best that I could get. Hubby says then “It’s okay, don’t force yourself, you tried”.

Sleepless nights. Oh! She just won’t sleep through the night. She’s awake from 11pm to 7am, every night. I’m just one lucky person to have my mom around me that time. We didn’t worry about the money to spend for her plane ticket. I just know I needed her. We would take turns until the little one decides to sleep. That same scenario repeated with my youngest. Take turns until she’s finally fast asleep.

No social life. As soon as “the boss” came in to our lives, everything changed. I’m just glad I didn’t miss any of my girlfriends’ gatherings. They would come to our house instead, have a picnic and take care of the boss so that mom and I can enjoy every bite without having to rush and finish our plates.

If I have to take note of all the struggles a mom goes through, one blog post is not enough. I might need an extra pen to continue if ever I had to do it the traditional way. The best of all, is I survived! And I am proud of myself for that!

With my youngest, it’s quite easier as I already knew what to do. I knew how to burp her. I knew how to change diapers. I already knew what to do if she vomits. I already knew how to give her a quick bath. I knew every piece of motherhood. Except during the days when my youngest was admitted in the hospital. It was a terrible experience. But then again, I’m glad and lucky that we survived, still, with the help of my mom.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Blogger since 2007 | Home-based Marketing Assistant | WAHM | Ex-OFW | Music enthusiast | Cactus and Succulent Hobbyist | A 41 y/o mom of two lovely girls sharing her adventures as she walks through motherhood and having to do most things on her own while her Indian national husband works miles away from home.

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  1. it really is quite a struggle to be a mom for the first time. where you lucky to have your breast milk flowing after that? Cause mine just won’t come out + my Jared will end up all cranky + crying loud so I’d always succumb to giving him the bottle, instead..i regret that i was not able to breastfeed him.

    i should’ve quit job sooner so that i was able to focus on our breastfeeding…:(
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