I Believe My Baby Can Fly

How do you travel by plane with an 8 month old baby? How can you possibly contain this excited little person who just discovered she can move?

This Friday Melissa will take her 2nd plane trip in her short life. Or more specifically, second set of plane trips. The first was when she was just 2 months old, to visit daddy's family for Christmas. And now we're visiting my side of the family for the 4th of July. I'm looking forward to it, except for the ride there, and the ride coming back. Melissa won't even let me change her diapers without a wrestling battle, so I can't imagine her content for 5 minutes in a boring plane.

I wish planes were more child friendly. It's funny, after you become a mom, you wish everything was more child friendly. Like public restrooms with loud dryers, causing all babies to scream histerically. Now I have to change her in the car always. Thank you, cheap fast food places who can't even buy paper towels for your costumers.

I have to say though, as much as Melissa's new found awareness drives me crazy, it is fun to watch her experience the world for the first time. But I just don't think there will be anything to experience in a tight economy class plane seat. Has anybody traveled with a baby this young? What did you do? Did you die? If so, please tell me!

Motherhood Myths

<- Melissa was born with Angelina Jolie lips :)

A couple of childless friends of mine have asked, "please give me the dirt. I don't want to hear motherhood is all flowers and rainbows. Tell me the horrible and gory things, so I can decide if I really want this/prepare myself psychologically."

So here it goes. Don't say I didn't warn you if I burst your bubble of perfect motherhood dream forever. It will all work out in the end, I promise.

Myth #1- Motherhood Instincs Come Instantly. The first couple of days after Melissa was born I was such a mess that I had no idea how to hold her, much less why she was crying. And she would cry A LOT (though my mom says she was an easy baby, so I don't know what I'll do when I have a normal one :). I couldn't believe they would give me, a bleeding, recovering person a small human and expect me to know what to do with her. But I am happy to report that it did get better everyday.

Myth #2- You'll Be Either Depressed or Overjoyed. You'll find quickly in motherhood that there isn't 8 or 80. There isn't the perfectly behaved baby, neither the impossible to care for. And just as much, if you don't get post partum depression, don't expect to be jumping out of joy either. First because you'll barely be able to sit, let alone jump. And second because this is a transition - and every transition takes time for adjustment, even if it's an awesome one.

Myth #3- Delivery is The Worst Part. You probably already read all the terrorizing pregnancy books about how having a baby will be the end of you. Of course they don't say it on those terms, but that's what you read. So I won't go into the gory details (I know, I said I would, but I don't have the heart). I just mean to say that pushing a baby out will not be the worst thing that will happen to you. This is to give you hope, not terror - meaning it all sounds much worse than it actually is.

Myth #4- The World Will Stop For You To Have a Baby. Like on our wedding day (for the married ones), you expect the birds will sing, stars will align and everyone will love each other when you become a mom. But life goes on as it usually does, so don't get offended or disappointed if the guy from the drive-thru isn't even nice to you, completely ignoring the fact that you just had a baby and food is the only thing that gives you comfort.

Myth #5- You'll Turn Into Mary Poppins (Or You'd Better). I'm sorry to say that giving birth does not improve your organization skills. Neither does it make you gifted with children or a homemaker extraordinaire. But don't worry - your child won't know any better. And he/she will want you, not some preconceived notion of what a mother should be.

BFF's

Is it any wonder that, despite our age difference, Melissa and I are already becoming best friends? No, it isn't, considering I wipe her butt often. That can make you close very quickly.

I'm in awe of how much I feel like I "know" her, though she can't really "talk" to me yet. I can honestly say I understand her squeals and noises. Don't ask me to translate it in english, because I only know it in my heart (how cheesy - and true - is that :). With her eyes, she smiles/whines/asks a question, and I understand her. The best I can right now of course, but I do feel like we get each other.

Melissa gets it when I tell her I love her, because she smiles really big. She gets the word "no", because she always stops what she's doing and looks at me as if saying, "what, mom?" She gets her own name, because she always turns to me when I call her. Sometimes I think she even gets my jokes, because when I tell hubby one she laughs with us as if she understands. She also gets it when I'm extra frustrated, because she looks at me questionly and tries to make herself clearer (looking deep into my eyes and saying "mama" - it means "feed me" for her too, not just my name :).

I like to tell my husband that, before I married him, I could never spend that much time with another human. One of the reasons I knew he was the one was that I never needed a break from him, as I need from the rest of the world. Don't get me wrong, I still need "me-time", but what I mean is that it doesn't feel like an effort to be around him. And until Melissa, I couldn't imagine being this comfortable with another person, but I'm SO happy I was wrong.

Motherhood is Going to Kill Me

My back hurts. My entire body hurts. I'm constantly sleepy but can't sleep because I hurt too much. Yet my baby gets heavier and heavier everyday, racking my back more and more everyday.

Last night I tried to be disciplined and went to bed at 9 - a miracle, since I'm a night owl. So I slept till about 12:30 and then only fell asleep again after 4:30!! 4:30!! Had to nurse Melissa at 7:30ish, of course. My entire plan of recharging my batteries went down the drain. I don't know what to do. I'm trying to strech myself more so I'll relax my muscles, and it has helped a bit. But I still feel like I'm broken.

So this post doesn't have any tips or anecdotes. It's just simply me letting you know my pain and why I might disappear from the blog for the time being.

ps: Melissa's still adorable. This is all her fault - she distracts me with her adorableness while I break myself.

Sleep Deprivation 101

Every new mother is a sleep deprived person struggling to look vivacious while showing off your baby. Not all of us succeed though, and end up looking like the expressionless baby holder on all the pictures. So this is a list (yup, another list) of what I think future mommies should know before their saga:

Chocolate can cure anything. If used wisely. The trick for me is making sure I had protein not long before, 'cause if I don't, then it makes me crash even more. Not good for when you have to hold a new baby or chase a new crawler (my case right now). Also, eating more than the portion size that the package says causes the same effect. BUT, if you follow these guidelines, it can be HEAVEN (as in, keep you awake until daddy comes home).

DON'T clean the house. You may think, "you just say that because you're messy". Well, no. Not entirely, at least. What I mean is that when you're desperately sleep deprived, don't go dust everything everytime the baby sleeps. It will make you a crankier mom. The key is, do what you have to (like dishes or laundry), keeping in mind that NOTHING can be more important than sleeping or checking your email.

Stop thinking. Seriously, when your baby sleeps, go back to bed and stop your overactive mommy brain. I'm so guilty of this. But I even read that if you think too much in bed, your mind will associate it with a "thinking" place and not a relaxing one. Now stop thinking that you're thinking too much, and go to sleep.

Have fun too. Being fun deprived is almost as bad as being sleep deprived. Have you seen moms that don't have fun? They don't even look like themselves anymore. There's no light in their eyes, and when you talk to them you can see they're thinking of their kids' poop and not even listening to what you're saying. Please don't be like that. Check your email. Blog. Or do whatever used to make you laugh before you became someone's mom. Your baby AND your husband will thank you for it.

I'm a Mother, Hear Me Roar

I had a small epiphany last night watching The City (that MTV show that's kinda like The Hills, but with less drama - which still is a lot of drama). Who says a reality show can't speak to the depths of your soul? Anyway, it wasn't the content of the show that gave me the epiphany - it was how my reaction to it has changed since I became a mom.

You see, I used to envy the way those girls carry themselves. Not the way they behave - I did not envy the drama. But I did admire their confidence. How they handled all those high-pressure business situation with much more security than I would have, even though they're younger than me.

I think I was born with an awkward nature. Sometimes I see Melissa making the same shy expressions I used to when I was little, and I fear for her. At the same time, I'm happy I can understand her and will be able to show her the light at the end of the tunnel.

But now back to my epiphany. It surprised me last night that I didn't envy those girls anymore. Not their confidence, and not even their glamourous lives (much). I realized I'd found another kind of confidence, in my own very complex line of work: motherhood.

Let me explain better: when I imagine myself facing the intimidating situations they face, I think I'd survive, simply because I'm a MOM. If I can give birth, calm a screaming baby and still find time for some writing, I feel like I can do anything. Like more writing. And (in the future) more babies :).

Fun Melissa Facts

<- Daddy letting her drool all over his water :)

**WARNING** - Serious baby gushing ahead. If you are easily bored, please jump to the other posts that are more mom-related.

Every mom likes to brag about their child. We don't always find a patient audience, but the urge is always there. So this is me satisfying my urge:

- she calls me "mama". I finally know she means it! We've been trying to get her to say "dada" for David's sake, but no luck. She's in love with him though; after I nurse her in the morning, she reaches to him and desperately smiles at him until he wakes up.

- she's giggly. She laughs when I tickle her, when I laugh, when I talk on the phone, when I wash her armpits or when I do any surprising thing that rocks her world (like snapping my fingers in front of her face :).

- she likes to dance. More specifically, she loves to watch mommy/daddy dance, and tries to imitate us. It's the cutest thing to see her bobble and shake her hands in her exersaucer.

- she crawls. She officialy crawls now! That reminds me, I need to vaccum.

- she loves to watch me put make up on. I like to think I'm sowing the good seed in her heart :). Usually David holds her, but I have done this with her on my left arm! It's one of those super powers that automatically comes with becoming a mom.

- she hugs me tight. I didn't know a 7 and a half month-old baby could hold you so tight already, but she does. And if I'm lucky, I'll get some slobber on my hair too. You have to be a mom to realize the beauty of this :).