Random Update of Randomness...

So more trains of thought...


Train 1 right now is carrying the thought, "I hate the common cold." Here's a squirming little bundle of joy with a stuffed up nose and the ONLY thing I can do is suck that mucus out.


I really wish babies were born knowing how to blow their noses. Instead I have come to realize that sucking it back in, is the only thing they instinctually know how to do when it comes to a stuffed up nose. Which of course is the opposite of what you want, because what better way to get well than to get that gunk out of your body and out of your system?


Therefore this cheerful mom gets to wrestle with the squirming bundle of joy that is human flesh, to try and get him to cooperate, so she can either spray or drop saline fluid into his nose softening the mucus and wetting his little nose. Then after dealing with the saline, this mom now has to use this bulb-like nose aspirator and suck that saline fluid back out, hoping that as she suctions that saline out, out will come mucus as well. All the while the little bundle of joy is squirming and fighting and growing to realize that when mom does something in one nostril, she'll try for the other one next.


Fie! Fie! On the cold...


Train 2 carries the thought, "California here I come!"


It's not that I miss California. I really don't. I still prefer where I'm at to Southern California any day. But during the pregnancy and even more AFTER, I realized how much I miss my family there as well as my friends.


So here I am on my way, toting said little bundle of joy, so he can meet the people that I so very much miss.


So I'm excited but at the same time, I'm bummed because my husband won't be able to go with us. It unfortunately still keeps me struggling with my postpartum. Here I am going to be surrounded by people who will be able to help me, but the most important person in my life will unable to be there.


Train 3 -"So many new mom's carry self-guilt."


Really, it's true. Afer talking to how many moms about my own postpartum I think I came to a reasonable theory. When a woman becomes a new mom, it's like she is expected (maybe by others or maybe by her own self) to be nothing but mom. It's almost like a woman loses her personal identity and henceforth becomes known as "Mom".

Then when a new mom wants to do something for herself, something she used to love doing, she then feels guilt that it's not about the baby. Other moms I've talked to said they felt guilty because they worked after a couple of months. Other moms felt guilty that they wanted to take a bath every now and then as a way to just relax.

Well... all I have to say to that is this: Just because a woman becomes a mother doesn't mean she loses who was in the first place. She just added another role to her life.

Train 4 is a happy train! I've gone back to my normal size!

That is right! I am proudly and happily wearing my old clothes again... only took about 7-8 weeks. But hey... it happened. :)