Welcome to Motherhood

Motherhood: A period in a woman's life where she rips her hair out and shouts at the top of her lungs during the day and gaze at her resting children with so much love in her heart that she could burst out in tears of joy by night. It's a non ending roller coaster with ups, downs, curve balls, and surprises; but somehow manage to make it through the day (maybe with the help of wine).

My journey of motherhood started back in 2010. I was a teen mom with no clue as to how to be a mom! They said my "motherly instincts" would take over, but I was taken over with overwhelming fear!

"What to do with a child, when you're a child yourself?"

I would ask myself constantly. Eventually my village would step in once they saw me drowning in confusion.

Years later I finally got the hang of this mothering thing, kinda. But apparently I didn't "look" like a mom. Everytime my child and I would go out, someone would think I'm his big sister. Someone even asked me where was MY mom (imagine the look I had on my face).

Years later, eleven to be exact, I had another child. In my mind and out loud, I said,

I've done this before. Once a mom, always a mom. I know what I'm doing. It's like riding a bike."

The audacity of it all! Whoever said the second time around is so much better was wrong, in my case. Pregnancy was different, pains were different, eating habits were different, and my child- a pandemic baby- DIFFERENT! This go round felt like I was a new mom! Google was my absolute best friend and my worse nightmare for all my pregnancy and newborn questions and concerns.

****please consult with your physician and pediatrician for proper diagnosis or you'll think you'll have preclampsia and tumors in your body with two weeks to live****

Eleven weeks later after birth, I'm still learning, still experiencing new things, still crying, still stressing (and drinking wine; don't worry, I pump and dump), and STILL IN PAIN. However, I am so full of love, full of joy, full of happiness, full of laughs, and full of breast milk. Do I get tired? YES, but I wouldn't trade it in for the world.