My name is mommy and I AM FAT!
There it is, an admission in writing of my fat-ness, set in writing for posterity sake and for all to see and read and LOL over.
I am a new mom...well, not SO new now, considering that I gave birth more than a year ago. And just like ALL, okay, not ALL, but some, new moms, I have a lot of issues to deal with. I am putting this in writing because I feel judged for airing the honest fact that mommyhood is tough and I feel that somewhere out there is another new mom who is struggling with post partum emotions just like yours truly here and would feel great to know that is is common and it is OKAY to feel this way.
In the current scheme of things, it's been a tough couple of days and nights. I am a nursing aka breastfeeding mommy, which means I am the primary source of food and comfort for my bub, especially in the middle of the night, when only the owls and I are awake.
It's tough surviving on broken sleep for a few days. Now change that into a year of broken sleeps and voila! there I am! I love being a mom, I love my boy to the moon and back, I love being a child when I am with him. In fact, I can't even recall what life was before he came in, all pink and gooey and screaming his lungs off.
The sleeplessness and the deposits of fat certainly DO NOT take away from this burst of emotions that I feel for bub. But, I feel sad looking at myself in the mirror. Worse, I feel guilty for feeling this way because it implies that I am not enjoying motherhood. Or does it?
There it is, an admission in writing of my fat-ness, set in writing for posterity sake and for all to see and read and LOL over.
I am a new mom...well, not SO new now, considering that I gave birth more than a year ago. And just like ALL, okay, not ALL, but some, new moms, I have a lot of issues to deal with. I am putting this in writing because I feel judged for airing the honest fact that mommyhood is tough and I feel that somewhere out there is another new mom who is struggling with post partum emotions just like yours truly here and would feel great to know that is is common and it is OKAY to feel this way.
In the current scheme of things, it's been a tough couple of days and nights. I am a nursing aka breastfeeding mommy, which means I am the primary source of food and comfort for my bub, especially in the middle of the night, when only the owls and I are awake.
It's tough surviving on broken sleep for a few days. Now change that into a year of broken sleeps and voila! there I am! I love being a mom, I love my boy to the moon and back, I love being a child when I am with him. In fact, I can't even recall what life was before he came in, all pink and gooey and screaming his lungs off.
The sleeplessness and the deposits of fat certainly DO NOT take away from this burst of emotions that I feel for bub. But, I feel sad looking at myself in the mirror. Worse, I feel guilty for feeling this way because it implies that I am not enjoying motherhood. Or does it?
Hey Mommy you look smashing as always and remember your heart is full...that makes up for all that we have to give up
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