After about a year being a new mom, I've learned a few things, well, actually many things! One being that I barely needed all the stuff I put on my baby registry.
So now that my house is filled with things I don't use, I wanted to share my top 10 life hack products that made my life easier as a first time mom!
If your baby LOVES to be held, but HATES to be in a baby carrier, then you might be interested in this little seat I found while scouring the internet for every baby carrier product in the universe!! It's called The Carry Baby and it seems to not be very popular, as I use it often and mom's come up to me and ask me where I got it. They have never seen it before. I literally had another mom stare at me with her mouth open for about 2 minutes at a park birthday party!
Today is Georgia's first birthday. She is napping right now and I am full of thought as I sit in my house surrounded by pictures of her.
I'm not sad. And I'm not really tearful. I'm content. I'm peaceful. I'm who I am and where I'm supposed to be. A mother of a 1 year old.
Many of my friends have had tears during this time as they look back at how fast the year went and how they only got a few weeks to enjoy each growing stage of their child. I kept waiting for the sad/happy tears to come and I thought there was something wrong with me when they didn't.
But my truth on this day is a feeling of pride and a new found confidence. Georgia has taught me that I can be a mother and protect her and love her and teach her and enjoy her, fiercely, everyday. I am able to be someone I wasn't before her. She has given me new life.
I have taken my daughter on two plane flights, one short (when she was 3 months) and one long (when she was 7 months) and before I did, I tried to read every single article or blog I could find on the subject to be prepared. Surprisingly enough, I didn't find anything that I actually needed to know, so here is my own personal attempt to help all of you plane riding mommies or daddies plan accordingly!
I remember this dinner well, but not for cheery reasons. It was only a couple of nights before going back to work and I was so grumpy, sad, and nervous that I couldn't even eat. I just sat there watching my baby sleep in my husbands arms. My husband is Mr. Smiles most of the time, always trying to keep me happy and he does a really good job, but not much could make me smile when I knew I would be leaving my sweet little baby for an entire day so soon.
You finally did it; you stuck to your plan and you lost the weight. Did I say finally? It only took you about 487 fresh starts, 36 different diet plans, 16 purchased home exercise routines, 23 procured goal outfits, and countless dollars spent on all the above to actually, just do it.
Now you’re happy, proud, confident yet deathly frightened. You know that weight could come right back on if you even look at quesadilla, so you don’t. And you swear to yourself, you will do whatever it takes to never be fat again.
But, nobody tells you to add a provision to that contract; I swear I will never be fat again…UNLESS I get pregnant.
