The topic is so limiting and so open at the same time.
In becoming a mother I went through some of the most incredible changes someone my age can go through. At nineteen years old, I was blessed with this tiny little person whose entire existence depended entirely on me. While other girls my age were finishing up there freshmen years of college (which I was doing too) and drinking and partying and clubbing, I was getting up every two hours to feed my precious Little Prince.
My entire outlook had to change. Suddenly my life was not my own. In every decision and plan I made, I had to consider Little Prince. Dinner with the girls required the almost desperate hunt for a trustworthy competent baby sitter. Alone time with Daddy the Boyfriend had to be strategically maneuvered according to Little Princes bed time. Even cleaning the house had to be arranged around the time Little Prince napped and which activities woke him up.
But that wasn’t even the hard part. The hardest, and I know this sounds incrediably vain, but they were the changes to my body. I could handle the 8 feedings a night, and the increasingly sparse nights out with the girls. But at nineteen years old, I went from a size four with glowing skin and perky little breasts to a size 10 with strectch marks and pancake breasts. Where is fairness in that? And don’t give me that life isn’t fair crap… I want my perky boobs. But such is life
And as the new year gets increasingly closer I have to wonder what changes am I in for this year. Little Prince is already growing so fast, He only wants to cuddle and be held when he sleepy. And he so big and moving everywhere and is getting teeth and saying dada and waving bye bye. He’s not even 9 months old and I already miss my tiny little newborn. But it’s hard not to be impressed and amazed by his triumphs.
But no matter what changes arrive, I know I can handle them. I mean hell, the worst has already happened, my breasts look like pancakes, so no worries.
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I remember the body changes as if it were yesterday. I was never thin to begin with, but now I look like my frumpy mother and I hate it. This momma is chaning her diet this year. It's time to be a hot mom.
Great post. It's so nice to see what other moms think about change.
You're making me nervous ladies, because I'm still breastfeeding. Now I may never stop! I already have the tummy going, I don't know if I can take the boobs, too!
This is a nice post. Nice in a way that at such a young age you are already wise beyond your years, because when I was 19 I was that clubbing and partying girl you speak of and had no idea what sacrifice really meant.
It's funny because I'm much healthier now than before I got pregnant, but I'm much heavier. I seem to be good at maintaining the weight, but not so great at losing it. I with Suzanne on the breast reduction. I had it at 19 because of my giant old lady boobs.
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
I agree. The post baby stomach flop and tiny post breastfeeding boobs are almost as painful as labor.
Almost... :)