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The Mommy Blog- Day 1

The Mommy Blog

No one told me that I was going to have three kids by the age of twenty-nine. No one clued me in that the third child is nothing like the first child. With all three children, I tried breastfeeding and miserably failed. My first child was lactose intolerant to the point she was taken off of all formula by six months old. My second had to have soy, and my third was regular formula fed. I have had the privilege of watching my children grown up for the past three years. I am a stay at home mom, and this is my journey in parenting. My oldest was born a very healthy baby. She weighed 8.13 pounds and had a head full of black hair. I called her my Eskimo child because of her skin tone inherited from her father’s side and her luscious dark hair. Yes, I paid dearly for the amount of hair she had through heartburn. At the time she was born, my husband (then boyfriend) and I lived with his parents. Talk about a nightmare gone wrong; I would have preferred dealing with Freddy Kreuger and living on Elm Street. Needless to say, my first experiences as a mom were overshadowed by grandparents trying to parent once again. When my daughter was a couple of months old, I got my first job that I had had in a couple of years. The pay was minimum wage, and the job was easy, but I am no morning person. They had me on swing shift, so I worked either first or second. Brutal. Somehow, while I was working and everyone else was watching the baby (hubby included) it became my fault why the baby was spoiled (the child I barely saw.) Two months later with killer heartburn and nausea along with craving rotisserie chicken, I found myself with a positive pregnancy test. My baby was just four months old, and I felt like the weight of the world was crushing me. We were still living with his parents and could barely afford one baby let alone two. I was on my feet for seven hours straight a day, stressed, and still recovering from my cesarean section four months earlier. My body was not ready to handle another baby. I ended up with another kidney infection (the first time I was pregnant and lost the baby due to the infection then had my daughter,) and when they checked my levels, it showed pregnant, but not levels they should be. I had a sac but no baby and miscarried by five weeks. My oldest was around sixteen months old when I found a decently paying job to where we could move out on our own. I got a job at a nursing home and made enough to pay bills and take care of the baby.  We were settling and for once doing ok. Then baby number two happened. My oldest was two years old when I brought her brother into the world. By this time, we had moved into my dad’s house that I grew up. No rent so cheaper bills to be able to care for the new baby. I had worked my entire pregnancy up to 2 weeks before my scheduled cesarean and delivered a healthy baby boy weighed 8.02 pounds. As soon as my six weeks of recovery were up, I was right back to work. Some of you may frown upon the notion that I had a job while my husband stayed home with the kids. The economy was atrocious, and I was lucky to find the job that I did. My husband has little to no education, and it is hard finding jobs. He stayed home with the kids while I worked not only because of how hard it was to find a job, but how hard it was to find a babysitter for a toddler and an infant. I know, you’re probably thinking “Didn’t she mention grandparents?” Yes, I did. My husband found a job and put his parents to the test with the task of babysitting. I mean, we used to live with them. Babysitting should be no hassle when they watch his brothers’ kids at the drop of a dime, right? Wrong. I had to miss work and call out a couple of times because they weren’t home to get the kids. Luckily I had already started changing my work schedule, and I was soon on the same schedule my husband was off. So, we rotated babysitting. Soon, I found myself even struggling with the schedule I was doing. I worked two sixteen-hour shifts two days straight and was off for the week. However, those two days kicked my ass! So, my husband took over the duty of working, and I got to stay at home with the kids. This opportunity opened up a new avenue for me. I began to write. I wrote two novels, some poetry books, some articles, and a plethora of other materials. My husband was in the middle of job changes when I got pregnant with my last child, another girl. My prior pregnancy had been rough for me, but I also put it off on where I had a job and was always on my feet. With my last child, I was just a housewife. Even so, it was the hardest pregnancy I had, and I was even on bed rest for a couple of months. I was scheduled for another cesarean section and delivered another healthy girl at 8.11 pounds. My life has been chaotic and fun all at once with all of my children. My oldest daughter is now seven. My middle son is almost five, and my infant daughter will be turning one soon. How do I do it you ask? How do I put up with the fighting, the screaming, the crying baby, the dirty diapers, school, homework, all while maintaining a writing and publishing career? Follow my blog, and I will show you my day to day craziness. This is The Mommy Blog and thank you for reading. Goodnight everybody!