Once upon a time in mommy land…

So my baby girl just turned 9 months today, and these past few months have passed by so fast. I’ve come to realize that I’ve done nothing but be her mommy ever since she was born and spent countless hours researching and reading all I can about being a first time mom. Now after joining every possible breastfeeding, babywearing, baby led weaning, mommy group out there, I’ve decided to start my own blog. This blog will be my place to vent, share and discuss my adventures with motherhood.

My little precious Kyra was born on the 26th of December, and the one thing I wanted to do the most was to be able to breastfeed her. When they put her in my arms, I couldn’t stop looking at my sweet little angel, and I remember thinking, I brought her here on earth, I made her (well her daddy too of course :-P). It scared me to death to think that this fragile little thing would be totally dependent on me now. That every decision I would take from now on would affect her life, her future, her successes or failures.

I had little to do with what she looked like, since even people who didn’t know her father, deemed it necessary to remind me that she probably looked like him, however her entire character would be shaped by MOI, her stay at home mommy. Would she be kind when she grew up? Generous? Smart? Funny? Beautiful? Would those annoying little hairs on her forehead fall off or had I just given birth to a hybrid baby?

Two days later, we came home from the hospital, absolutely terrified at the thought of having to spend the first night alone with our baby, but of all things, I was mostly dreading her first bath. I spent the day mentally preparing myself for the evening and how I would bathe my tiny little baby without dropping her. We had purchased all the things we thought we might need for her bath: water thermometer, water floating mattress, sponge, shampoo, soap and a few towels that you can buckle around your neck to make the process a bit easier.

Now for some stupid reason, I decided to change her diaper at around 6:30pm, and although I had changed a few diapers in my 29 years of NOT being a mom, I wasn’t really an expert on the subject. And so I opened her diaper, took it out from under her (something I learned never to do before the clean diaper is ready), raised her legs up superrrr high (also something I wouldn’t advise), and as I was getting ready to wipe that little butt of hers, it happened!!! She peed all over herself, my hands and the bed. Panic mode set in and I started yelling to Khalil (hubby) to prepare the water. I absolutely had to wash her of her pee, and was holding her up in the air as if it was toxic waste. She was half naked at that point so we moved as fast as we could, Khalil called out that the water was ready, and I ran to get her cleaned up.


To my pleasant surprise, it was very easy to bathe a newborn, and turned out to be the easiest one of all my mothering duties to date! I couldn’t believe I spent months worrying about how I would bathe her, and it literally took me 10 minutes from start to finish (including the 2 minutes I spent rubbing those forehead hairs off). And so I got on with my plan; bathe her, nurse her, and then put her to sleep, seemed like a pretty easy thing to do. But little did I know that things don’t usually go according to plan with babies, and that they are in fact really unpredictable little creatures. And so the crying started. Everyone had gone home by then (family, friends, visitors…) and we were left alone with Kyra. To this day I don’t really know what happened and why she cried that much, but I can tell you one thing for sure, no matter how tough you think you are, holding a screaming newborn and walking for 3 hours back and forth to no avail, will make any of you break down in tears. And so while Kyra cried, so did we (yes daddy too).

Finally she fell asleep, only to wake up to nurse quietly during the night. The scariest moment of my life (at the time) had passed, as they all do, and I learned that this would be my rebirth into life, as Kyra’s mom.This is when my adventures with motherhood began, and life as I knew it had forever changed. I hope you’ve enjoyed this small introduction to my blog, and I’ll hopefully see you all on my next post, where I’ll tell you all about my icky yucky experiences with baby poop.

12 thoughts on “Once upon a time in mommy land…

  1. Yayyýy ur first post took me 3 months and a half back when also i had no idea what to do but cry(i have teary eyes now). Looking forward to ur next one. Congratsssss again

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  2. Liikeeeeeeee !!! U followed your mommy’s instinct and you did what is the best for your little princess since day 1 !! You are a hyper super mommy and an amazing angel !

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