Mother's Day!

OMG, I’m a mom!!! It’s still hard to believe that I’m someone’s mother — besides my husband’s (just kidding, honey). Early on in my pregnancy, I had your typical “I can’t even keep plants alive” mom-to-be panic attack, but I’m happy to report that nine months later, Isabel is happy, cute, growing and changing every day (unlike my plants). She enjoys my horrible singing and thinks I’m the funniest person alive. It’s amazing! I know ladies, I’m more than just a mom, but when you suddenly have this new person relying on you for survival and you find yourself singing self-composed “poopy diaper” songs throughout the day, sometimes it’s hard to remember you’re anything BUT a mother. It’s so surprisingly awesome and truly overwhelming and scary, all at the same time. But we’ve survived nine wild, yet wonderful months. We have a baby who sleeps through the night, is crawling, and loves us unconditionally — we must be doing something right (take that, plants).

Pre-baby, I told myself that I wouldn’t become “that mom” once I had Isabel. I wouldn’t become obsessed, I wouldn’t talk about her all the time, I wouldn’t wipe her face with my own finger and spit and I wouldn’t have a phone conversation AND talk to Isabel at the same time. The list went on and on, and I have officially broken every one of my own rules about four days into being a mother. I’m sure Isabel’s future psychiatrist will one day blame all of her problems on my current behavior, but whatever, that’s what therapy is for. I mean, so what that I won’t share her toys with other babies for fear of germs, that I spent $24 on Christmas tights she only wore once or that I want to trim all five strands of her hair cause it looks uneven. She was in my body for nine months, I’ve earned the right to be nuts.

Thank you Isabel for sleepless nights, for making me cry every time I watch Teen Mom, for helping me realize I can’t and won’t always be perfect, for my new found desire to choose sleep over beer, for turning my love of handbags into a love of diaper bags, for making me into a total lunatic and breaking all my own rules, but most importantly, for making me a mom. Happy Mother’s Day!