When I first became a mom, I was floored by the competitions, comparisons, and expectations that we will all be amazing, perfect mothers and wives. Any time I did something that made it appear I was somehow balancing it all (this makes me roll on the floor with laughter, actually) the praise and back-patting I got was kind of silly. Why all this support when things are seemingly going well? What if I answered back saying things were, actually, not going as well as it seemed, in fact my daughter and I faced a new challenge week after week that brought me to the brink of sanity?
If I saw the photos circulating of those two women with amazing bodies who had delivered babies (one only 3 days before), during those first few months after becoming a mom, I know for a fact I would have laughed. Not one of those “oh, lol” laughs. More of a hysterical, tears streaming down the face laugh. Because not only must I respond to my baby with gentle-loving care, breastfeed, get rid of the nasty resistant thrush, treat her diaper rash that refused to go away, cloth diaper, do laundry, get out of the house and meet other moms, be considerate and loving towards my husband, deal with leaking from seemingly every orifice on my body, find time to sleep, do self-care (at this point that consisted of a shower and brushing my teeth), but also whip my body into shape so I can look stunning in a bikini. Riiiiiight. Continue reading →