Losing my identity
I have some really great neighbors where I live, and it's not uncommon for me to walk across the street, knock on their door, and be welcomed in for some conversation. This is great for a socially deprived new mom. Aaanyways. One of my neighbors likes to tell me that when you have kids, you lose your identity. You are no longer you. You are mom.
It's true. When I see my sisters it's not "Oh hey Erin. How ya been?" It is "Where's the baby! I want to play with the baby!" When I get together with my friends, what do we talk about? Our kids. I mean even this journal is proof of the transformation.
The funny thing is, I don't mind it at all.
Also, I have a big baby. For her four month well-visit, the pediatrician told me "she looks great, keep up the good work." Well, she is in the 90th percentile for weight and 95th for length. I haven't had definitive biceps quite like this before, or calluses on my hands in these place (from carrying the car seat around). "Minor superpowers" one of my parent friends likes to call them. Stuff like folding laundry one handed or identifying your baby's cry from a couple rooms away or carrying a load of groceries along with a car seat and 16lb baby. Minor superpowers.
She has been fussy about her vaccinations, but has been better than the last round. I think it is just that I have improved in the art of distraction (minor superpower). Also, this time I remembered which thigh the tetanus one was and try not to hold her with that one. I figure tetanus hurts adults, so no wonder why my baby would be fussy.
It's true. When I see my sisters it's not "Oh hey Erin. How ya been?" It is "Where's the baby! I want to play with the baby!" When I get together with my friends, what do we talk about? Our kids. I mean even this journal is proof of the transformation.
The funny thing is, I don't mind it at all.
Also, I have a big baby. For her four month well-visit, the pediatrician told me "she looks great, keep up the good work." Well, she is in the 90th percentile for weight and 95th for length. I haven't had definitive biceps quite like this before, or calluses on my hands in these place (from carrying the car seat around). "Minor superpowers" one of my parent friends likes to call them. Stuff like folding laundry one handed or identifying your baby's cry from a couple rooms away or carrying a load of groceries along with a car seat and 16lb baby. Minor superpowers.
She has been fussy about her vaccinations, but has been better than the last round. I think it is just that I have improved in the art of distraction (minor superpower). Also, this time I remembered which thigh the tetanus one was and try not to hold her with that one. I figure tetanus hurts adults, so no wonder why my baby would be fussy.