You must walk, before you can run

My adorable little son is walking. The day I have dreaded. I once heard someone say, "Raising a child is a process, you teach them to crawl, help them walk, learning to ride a bike, school, graduation and so on. You hold their hand and help them up when they fall. So raising a child is a process of teaching them all of the ways to leave you behind." -Unknown

How true. He has yet to realize he must perfect walking before running. Which got me thinking, how true is that to every day life. We get caught up in our everyday life, we struggle and fall down. But we forget what our mothers taught us years ago, which is when you fall you must get back up. You also must slow down, and walk before you take off running.

When times get tough, remember what your mother taught you. With that said I must return to my little rascal.

Until next time.

oh the time does fly

It's been awhile. Which may reflect the trials of a new family. Now my son is 11 months old and this past year is an absolute blur! I lost the job I once had (which to all of you from the outside may view as negative) but when you find yourself with a new found family, you tend to adapt new found family values. My former employer didn't share such values, therefore I moved on.

Being a new mother seems to be the easy part of my life lately, not hurting his father is the hard part. I believe wholeheartedly the one thing capable of ruining even the most amazing relationship.... is finances. Our current situation has led to such problems and despite to few almost-bloodbathes, we have came out stronger.

Everyday is a struggle. There are highs and lows, and whether people show it or not everyone will eventually struggle. I am not afraid to show those struggles because I have learned at my new found job, people are placed in your life for a reason, jobs come and go, so do people. The job I have with the coworkers I was given are amazing support and encouragement. So don't hide your problems, bottle them up, instead find someone to confide in and they just might amaze you:)

Until next time my friends.

Diaries of a Nocturnal

Any mothers of newborns out there that can relate to my next issue... please comment I could use others opinions. My fiance just took a new job. Were talking benefits, great pay, great work, challenging for him, close to home, etc. Only problem... its night shifts. 8pm to 8 am.

He loves this job, wants to provide a better life for us and is excited to start this process, me on the other hand.... I am scared. We will be living opposite lives. Our son won't get a kiss from daddy every night. He won' always be around for breakfast with us or dinners.

How do you handle that? Am I over reacting? I feel that I am. Or maybe my insecurities with it show the fact that I am not a strong woman. I don't want him to quit, I want him to be happy, but this time its at the expense of my happiness...

thoughts?

Sleepness Nights... Solution: Glitter

Anyone who has had a child knows about the lack of sleep. I work part time about 8 hours a week, so my full time job is to care for my three month old. At about 2 months is when he started sleeping through the night... and let me tell you its a blessing.

I was at work last night when a table of four socialites starting asking me personal questions. My job description includes being polite, and not going into personal issues of my own unless asked. At that point I am required to answer, whether I make something up or tell the truth. (I am a waitress at a country club in my hometown)

I proceeded to tell them about my son, and they were intrigued. One of the woman looked at me and said... "Well know we know why you wear so much glitter on your eyes, it's to hide the dark circles from a newborn."

To explain myself, I am not much of a glitter type of girl, but it was valentines day and everyone was doing it. I was a victim of peer pressure. Anyway, that got me thinking, any expecting mother should start stocking up on glitter now, because you're going to need it.

The Past

I am what some may consider a young mom, although I feel the timing of my beautiful boy was perfect. I have had terrible luck with men, the scum of the Earth is what I am apparently attracted to. Then one day I met this man. He respected women (who knew that existed anymore) he cherished to love of a woman, he saw me as a gift from god, and treated me like a queen.

I don't love this man because he puts me up on a pedastool. Early in our relationship we find out we are expecting a child. For those judgemental people out there, eat your hearts out on me, cause we all know that is socially looked down upon. My pregnancy was amazing, no sickness, discomfort or any of the scary things health class teaches you. The last two months of my pregnancy got rough. Sleepless nights, pain, braxton hicks, several pointless trips to the hospital. I am not afraid to admit I am a first time mom and every new pain scared me.

On November 9, 2011, I was induced and delivered my beautiful baby boy at 1:03 pm on November 10, 2011.

I remember the moment we arrived home with this little bundle, I thought to myself... I can't believe they let just anyone take a child home. I was clueless, and scared. My mom was on speed dial and when the baby cried... I cried. Made for a rough first month or two.

Now my baby is 3 months old, and this blog will go through my trials and struggles and maybe help other expecting moms.