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âď¸ everyone thinks being a stay at home mom full time is easy.
â that we are lucky to be able to not have to work.
â that we are lazy.
â that itâs not ârealâ work so we have nothing to complain about.
đ but the truth is…itâs fucking lonely and overwhelming
You canât do anything by yourself; go to the bathroom, enjoy a cup of coffee, read, hell you canât even scrub the shit out of pants for the 3rd time in a day without someone crying or screaming at your leg.
You donât get breaks unless they are sleeping; which even then you use that time to clean up
You struggle to come up with ways to entertain someone for literally 12 hours a day every day.
You wear the same clothes that smell like sweat and tears for days at a time because itâs already stained and no use in ruining more clothes.
You forget what it means or feels like to be an individual; because your entire existence now revolves around that child.
You look at working moms and get jealous because you wish you could have an excuse to have an adult conversation without being interrupted.
You lock yourself in the bathroom and scream into a towel while crying because you need a second to breathe; all while a child is banging on the door to get in…
âď¸ let that sink in, most of us donât even have the luxury to cry and be frustrated in peace..and when we do break down people question it; âlike what do you have to cry about you get to sit home all day.â
I was one of those people who judged SAHMâs. But I get it now. The people who said theyâd be there to help have all but disappeared, and youâre left with this overwhelming sense of failure.
My house isnât clean, Iâm not clean, the dishes arenât done, I have screamed already today, I have cried, and I have felt so damn guilty that my child was here to witness it.
But I am alone….and I am lonely
đđ check in on your SAHM friends….we are NOT okay
To the girl who moved away from her family…
Some days you feel independent and loved and other days you feel forgotten and confused!
Nobody said it would be emotionally and physically hard on you, but nobody said it was easy!
These times help us grow into strong woman, but the process can come in waves!
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The phone calls, texts, Facebook posts, and FaceTiming can only do so much on the days you need advice, you need a hug, or you just need someone to vent to. You feel like you start to forget their voices, and theyâre living happily without you
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All the birthdays, and holidays you miss, and their fun family photos to follow that you arenât in, and some days you wish you could drop everything and go back. You wish you could just fly home, you wish you could hug your dad, mom, sister, all family. You wish your dad would lecture you one more time, you and your mom could go get coffee and talk, your sister would have a sleepover with you and you were just present..
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But the hard thing about all of this, is there is no going back. You are here to grow, you are here to provide for your family now, you are here to remember all the family moments and cherish them as much as you can, and never take any moment for granted when you see them next.
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Some days Iâm in my bathroom breaking down, and some days I miss my families calls cause Iâm so busy enjoying life. It comes in waves but when it hits just remember:
they didnât leave you, theyâll always be there &
Itâs okay to miss home, it misses you
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I sucked ass at being a mom today. Some days, I feel like Iâm not doing a good job at this mom thing. Because itâs so fucking hard. I know, I know, itâs always worth it, and I love my kids. But man, when did it get so hard?
Today I yelled too much at them, they watched too much tv, I fed them pasta, which they glazed over, picking out most of the nutrients.
I yelled at them to stop yelling (funny huh?), I told my son to stop calling his sister âpoopy headâ at least thirty times today. Something I never thought I would be doing. âŁ
As I write this caption, I am sitting on my bedroom floor. Hiding. Trying to get a moment of silence. Itâs so hard some days. And I know Iâm not alone.
Thereâs no âsilver liningâ to this post.
Being a mom is fucking hard.
Thatâs all.
Everyday, I tell myself âtomorrow! Tomorrow will be the day I donât yell. Tomorrow will be the day I talk calmly all day to them. Tomorrow will be the day they wonât fight with each other. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. Easier.â âŁ
And whenever I lay them down to bed at night, I look at those beautiful souls I created and think âhow could I ever be so mad at them?â Itâs a routine I have had for the past few years now.
Being a mom is fucking hard. And I suck at it a lot of the time. But thatâs okay, because Iâm trying my best to raise good, kind, decent, loving human beings, in a world so cold. âŁ
Thereâs no way thatâs going to be easy.
Keep going mama, we got this. Even if we fucking suck some times.
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Anxiety isnât just chest pains, crying, and the inability to relax.
Itâs biting your nails until they bleed, then picking off the skin on your fingers once youâre out of nails to bite.
Itâs driving to the store only to sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes before turning back around, without even going inside.
Itâs getting a text message and forgetting to respond promptly, so instead of responding explaining you were busy, you leave the notification there for days, weeks, even months, getting a knot in your stomach every time you scroll past it or every time that personâs name comes up.
Itâs hearing a noise and planning in your mind where youâll hide, what doors youâll lock, and how youâll secretly call for help if someone broke into your house.
Itâs asking your partner several times a day if they love you, partially kidding, but mostly needing to hear it because you find it so hard to love yourself in that moment.
Itâs putting off washing the dishes until thereâs no dishes left, but then feeling overwhelmed by how many dishes there are to wash, so you just leave them another day.
Itâs understanding that what youâre worrying about is often irrational and not as extreme as your reaction warrants, but not being able to control your response. Often times, it even means you CANâT understand that what youâre worrying about is irrational or not as extreme as your reaction warrants.
Anxiety isnât just chest pains, crying, and the inability to relax. Itâs taking everyday parts of life and intensifying the excitement or fear they result in times a thousand, to the point that they seem impossible to face. Some days are more manageable than others, and itâs on those days I try to remind myself that I CAN get through whatever anxiety throws my way.
Itâs hard for me to share this and a little embarrassing to include this picture, but if even one person finds comfort in knowing theyâre not alone in this, then Iâm going to push past my comfort zones to do that. Feel free to share with family and friends let’s help one another.
First thing first, did you know that breastfeeding your child is the MOST nutritious thing your baby can consume?
Did you know if your baby was to get sick the babyâs latch will send your body a signal and make NATURAL medicine for your child? Throughout Ariyahâs life i think sheâs been sick about 3 times. which is GREAT for her to be 15 months old.
Do you even know what breastfeeding moms had to go through to breastfeed? Do you know when i first had my baby nobody ever told be about how bad afterbirth was? ON TOP of cluster feeding (which is when your baby wants to be latched for hours and hours) do you know your nipples bleed and get scabs when you first start breastfeeding?
Do you imagine how painful that is? Do you know when your baby latches it causes you to have contractions because the baby sucking gives your body a signal the baby is out and & May start the healing process? Did you think about sore nipples plus contractions and clusterfeedind all at once? Do you think someone that was this dedicated is gonna give a fuck if you want us to suffocate our child after going through all of that?
Did you know we donât give a fuck about your opinion đ
Mommiona In 100 degree weather đŤđ´đ§đ˝ââď¸ #repost #Breastfeeding
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People look at me like I have two heads when I dare to utter the words âLabour is hard on birth partners tooâ
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âWTF is she on about?!â Their faces say. âDoesnât she know itâs ME whoâs pushing a human out of my vagina?!â
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Well yep. I know thatâs true, and having done it twice, I know the intensity of if from our perspective (and trust me when I say Iâll equip you to work with that intensity, using the power of your body and mind) BUT, I have also seen and heard how difficult it can be for those supporting us. More so when THEY are unprepared and unsure of their role.
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Imagine seeing the person you love most working so hard, in some level of discomfort and not knowing you can help in loads of ways!
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Even when they are prepared and full of confidence, itâs an experience which draws upon all of your resources for both of you. Birth partners donât have the same level of hormonal high to boost them either. Together though, you can smash this birth thing. If he knows what you want and need, and has a variety of tools to offer you along the way, you both have purpose in the birth room, you work well as a team, you feel safer and more relaxed, and Birth is easier.
đˇ @photosbylei
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âWhen can I come see the baby?â
A question new moms might hear over and over.
At least at first.
Sometimes before she has left the hospital.
Before she has had a chance to sleep.
Before she has even showered off the blood.
âWhen can I come see the baby?â
Her phone dings while she settles back in to her home with a brand new human – to her brand new normal.
Her estrogen and progesterone levels are plummeting from the highest theyâve ever been to the lowest. She is shaky and hot and cold and sweaty and weak.
Whether she chooses to breastfeed or not, her milk is coming in and she is sore and engorged.
Whether she delivered vaginally or by c-section, her uterus will be contracting for days and weeks. Sometimes itâs as painful as labor.
Sheâs bleeding and will continue to bleed for up to six weeks post-delivery.
Her crotch is swollen and puffy and sore, or her incision is painful, or both.
She is struggling to go to the bathroom – and she pees her pants (or pad) when she laughs, sneezes, and coughs.
Her core muscles are weak, making lifting ANYthing hard.
Sheâs starving. Endlessly starving.
She has stretch marks and varicose veins, hair loss and acne, blurry vision and dry eyes. She sees a stranger in the mirror.
She is totally and utterly exhausted. She hasnât slept for more than an hour at a time in days or weeks.
Any independence she had – to run errands, go to work, shower, eat, pee, sleep – has been suspended for now.
So when you walk into her house, look at HER first.
Give her space to heal, to bond, and to rest if she needs it.
Be there if she needs it.
Offer to help her.
And then help her.
Admire the baby, sure.
But donât forget to nurture the mother.
Credit Nicolle Godor
