Friday, February 20, 2015
mother knows Best, or not?! Oh well I am getting there!
I have been trying to write but just couldn't find the luxury of time to do it. I am like a running circus freak balancing chores on top of one another, but in spite of it all the best time of my life is compose primarily of looking after my adorable little booboo.
Millions of times I asked myself if only mom were still alive things could have been easier and less chaotic. But little by little I am learning to create my strategy to be able to sleep well, eat well and achieve personal goals. I want to create a win-win situation for me and my two-month old. Yes, he's a handful but I learned a few tricks here and there from new moms as well. When we were left a couple of times just the two of us I was so petrified of the thought of giving him a bath without any assistance, going for check up without a chaperone, and yet we managed. I guess its innate. Motherhood comes without a manual but its doable. Each mom is different as each baby is different.
Now we sleep better and eat properly. Just learning to use the bottle and pacifier are my biggest and hardest tasks so far. Sasha loves my boobie so much he can't be fooled from artificial ones. Bringing him with me to the mall or family gatherings can be a little bit of a pain. He likes to be carried and cries for boobie 90% of the time, the rest 10% I let him cry for a good five minutes.
He's growing up so fast. A couple of days back he learned how to say 'hello'!!! I have it recorded! Like a proud mom I play it to mostly everyone here who comes for a visit. It's amazing. He's the cutest. And he likes to get his dad's attention when it's watsapp time. He will cry so loud at midnight disturbing everyone in the house just so he can get his dad's attention while I speak to him on the other side of the world. I learned to feed Sasha and soothe him with one hand while using the other hand recording voice messages for his dad as I fight sleep. It's our routine most days and nights. And mind you, we wake up by 4 or 5 am. We go for breakfast at six thirty. And my normal days starts like that. I have endless things to do. Cleaning, preparing, and some other things his dad asked me to do. At first it's overwhelming but I would rather be busy than just sit all day waiting for things to happen.
I have about 10-14 pounds to lose before I get my pre-baby body back. I can squeeze myself now in my skinny jeans. Hurray!!! It's a magical feeling to finally see a little bit of abs forming. A little bit more and I can wear my tank tops without the hideous muffin top. I love working out that's why it's not really hard to get motivated. I love clothes so much and looking my best. I always believe that it's my responsibility to take care of myself no matter what, even more now that I am a mom. I'm a reflection of my husband and my child too. They say motherhood can steal you with the hot body pre-pregnancy but I think it's up to the mom if she would let it. I'm breastfeeding full time but I still managed to squeeze at least 45 minutes of my day to melt the baby weight. It's not an excuse just because you have ten thousand new responsibilities that means you have to look like a homeless person who lived through eating a hundred Mcdonald's quarterpounder each day. When I don't feel good about myself that's when problems arise. When I don't feel good inside that's when insecurity slip through. I cannot allow that.
Going back to work is not yet in the cards for now. I miss traveling. But leaving my hubby and my baby for a week for an Australian-New Zealand combo will definitely break my heart. But who knows, maybe not now or I can just go over something else I like to do other than exploring foreign terrain.
Right now I want to concentrate bonding with my precious. I want to know every bits and details of my little boy. I want to predict when he's going to pee again right after I clean him, or catch the poop before it gets in to my hands. Oh yeah. Sweet life.
Millions of times I asked myself if only mom were still alive things could have been easier and less chaotic. But little by little I am learning to create my strategy to be able to sleep well, eat well and achieve personal goals. I want to create a win-win situation for me and my two-month old. Yes, he's a handful but I learned a few tricks here and there from new moms as well. When we were left a couple of times just the two of us I was so petrified of the thought of giving him a bath without any assistance, going for check up without a chaperone, and yet we managed. I guess its innate. Motherhood comes without a manual but its doable. Each mom is different as each baby is different.
Now we sleep better and eat properly. Just learning to use the bottle and pacifier are my biggest and hardest tasks so far. Sasha loves my boobie so much he can't be fooled from artificial ones. Bringing him with me to the mall or family gatherings can be a little bit of a pain. He likes to be carried and cries for boobie 90% of the time, the rest 10% I let him cry for a good five minutes.
He's growing up so fast. A couple of days back he learned how to say 'hello'!!! I have it recorded! Like a proud mom I play it to mostly everyone here who comes for a visit. It's amazing. He's the cutest. And he likes to get his dad's attention when it's watsapp time. He will cry so loud at midnight disturbing everyone in the house just so he can get his dad's attention while I speak to him on the other side of the world. I learned to feed Sasha and soothe him with one hand while using the other hand recording voice messages for his dad as I fight sleep. It's our routine most days and nights. And mind you, we wake up by 4 or 5 am. We go for breakfast at six thirty. And my normal days starts like that. I have endless things to do. Cleaning, preparing, and some other things his dad asked me to do. At first it's overwhelming but I would rather be busy than just sit all day waiting for things to happen.
I have about 10-14 pounds to lose before I get my pre-baby body back. I can squeeze myself now in my skinny jeans. Hurray!!! It's a magical feeling to finally see a little bit of abs forming. A little bit more and I can wear my tank tops without the hideous muffin top. I love working out that's why it's not really hard to get motivated. I love clothes so much and looking my best. I always believe that it's my responsibility to take care of myself no matter what, even more now that I am a mom. I'm a reflection of my husband and my child too. They say motherhood can steal you with the hot body pre-pregnancy but I think it's up to the mom if she would let it. I'm breastfeeding full time but I still managed to squeeze at least 45 minutes of my day to melt the baby weight. It's not an excuse just because you have ten thousand new responsibilities that means you have to look like a homeless person who lived through eating a hundred Mcdonald's quarterpounder each day. When I don't feel good about myself that's when problems arise. When I don't feel good inside that's when insecurity slip through. I cannot allow that.
Going back to work is not yet in the cards for now. I miss traveling. But leaving my hubby and my baby for a week for an Australian-New Zealand combo will definitely break my heart. But who knows, maybe not now or I can just go over something else I like to do other than exploring foreign terrain.
Right now I want to concentrate bonding with my precious. I want to know every bits and details of my little boy. I want to predict when he's going to pee again right after I clean him, or catch the poop before it gets in to my hands. Oh yeah. Sweet life.
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