Category Archives: New mommyhood

I have a confession…

There’s a reason why I haven’t been posting much and it has a lot to do with this…

Yes, purple shirts will sap your creativity, energy and motivation to do all things bloggy.

Oh, and yeah, I’m pregnant too — new Navelgazing Baby expected in Spring 2012. Voila!

Guest Post: Finding My Mommy+

This guest post is a part of the ongoing series, “What Motherhood Means to Me”, where I seek to highlight various perspectives on motherhood.

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Finding my Mommy+

By: Teresha Freckleton-Petite

I got married at the relatively young age of 24. My husband and I both knew that we didn’t want to have children for awhile. We had careers to build, money to save, the world to travel, and more schooling to complete. So we agreed to wait until we were at least 30 to start a family.

Fast forward eight years later and we finally decide to have a baby. During those eight childless years, I accomplished many goals such as earning a graduate degree, starting my own nonprofit, and establishing a social and professional network that could be the basis for a reality show (they were such a bunch of characters!).

When the time came to start TTC (trying to conceive), I was convinced that I was going to approach motherhood with the same drive, enthusiasm, energy, and dedication that I applied to all my other endeavors. Instead I got a sobering lesson in humility. The girl who excelled at her studies and received a full college scholarship, the woman who ran organizations and got awards for her charity work, was struggling with being a stay-at-home mom. Read the rest of this entry

The Meltdown

The wedding was set to start at 4:00 pm. As a bridesmaid, I was supposed to arrive at 2:30 pm.

Fifteen minutes before we were set to leave the hotel for the wedding location, Baby E had an epic meltdown.

Of course he waited until it was my turn to get dressed to want to nurse RIGHT THAT MOMENT.

Of course, my outfit was NOT breastfeeding-friendly or even baby-friendly.

Of course, he didn’t want his daddy, just ME.

Big boy shoes!

When Baby E took off his brand new big boy shoes and flung them away from him to the point where they landed on the floor with a thud, I knew he was beyond upset.

But I’d already nursed him. He most certainly wasn’t hungry. He wanted to be attached to me — not near me – attached to me.

But I couldn’t not get dressed nor could I hold him while getting dressed.

He wasn’t even being ignored, his father was trying to calm him.

It didn’t help that only moments before he was smiling, and laughing until he realized that I was going to center my attention on something other than him.

It didn’t help that when I’m running late to get somewhere, I become easily frustrated. So when I asked C to take our inconsolable, screaming child out for a quick walk around the floor outside of our room, I really didn’t need C to cluelessly reply that he was ok with just trying to hold Baby E off to one side of the room. If my superpowers included throwing daggers with my eyes, C would’ve been maimed. Lucky for him, I merely snapped, “Trust me, just take him outside! Please!” And once he did, lo and behold, the child stopped fussing. One of the lessons of toddlerhood I’m learning is that the sight of mommy is enough to trigger separation anxiety.

Eventually I finished getting dressed and we left for the wedding five minutes before I was supposed to be there. On the elevator ride down to the lobby, Baby E gave me the meanest look I’ve ever seen him give. But I was okay with that because I’m sure I was mean-mugging him too.

And don’t you know we got to the wedding location a few minutes late but still ended up early because we were the first of the wedding party to arrive.

And don’t you know, Baby E was fast asleep by the time we got there even though we’d only been in the car for about 10 minutes.

How about that?

But I looked good though.

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