The Story of Us – Conception- Part 1

With Emma’s first birthday rapidly approaching I wanted to write a series of posts chronicling our journey to becoming a family of three. I did not blog in the early days of parenthood so these stories were left untold and since I am coming full circle on this life altering year I wanted to share them with you. I went through a really hard time in the beginning of my parenting journey, which is why I was so glad I happened to stumble upon mommy blogs for guidance and understanding. Sharing my stories over these last few months has become therapeutic for me and has allowed me to get to know myself as a parent. I am super thrilled to be able to share my passion for writing with you, the audience (all 10-15 of you yay!), to give you an understanding of who I am and where I come from based on the experiences I have lived through.  Hopefully my past posts and what I am about to share will resonate with some of you. I am about to share my very personal conception story in hopes to connect with any body who is going through a difficult time to let you know that you are not alone, I have been there.

With that I will start my family journey with the “conception” story, which will include everything but an actual description of the conception so hold your horses there! I guess I will start my story in 2008, when I met my husband. Really so many events in my life had to happen for me to meet my husband thus resulting in having my child, but until I have time to complete my memoir we will have to start here.

 I met Thomas, my husband in 2008 after I had moved back to the East Coast from a short stint in LA studying film (yup wanted to be an awesome feminist documentary film maker but again a story for another day.) Shortly after my husband and I started dating, I ended up going to my OB complaining of pains in my ovary area, not just cramps but pains. He was of the mindset that I had cysts on my ovaries which, if they were severe, would need treatment. The best way for him to judge was to do a laparoscopic surgery in which they make a small incision and insert a camera to see what’s going on in there. Looking back on this now I’m not sure if I really needed the procedure, but I did give it a good bit of thought and decided it was in my best interest to go through with it at the time. I only told a very select group of people that I was having the procedure. I had several close friends there to support me mentally and physically during and after the surgery. No one in my family except for my sister knew about it. It was an outpatient procedure so I would be in and out and I did not want to worry anyone.

   

I remember before the procedure I was very nervous. This was my first surgically invasive procedure ever. I was barely with it when I saw the doctor pull my friend aside as they were rolling me in to tell her it might be cancer. At that point, my friend started to lose it and all I could do was close my eyes and try to shut out what was going on. That was one of the scariest moments of my life and I don’t even know how people live through actually being told they have cancer, my few minutes of “what if” was nothing in comparison. The surgery went well and I somehow remember wanting a huge bacon cheese burger after, which I miraculously kept down. Odd the details you remember years later.

Well after what seems now like weeks later but was probably only a few days, the results were in and they were so far off from what I had even imaged they would be. There were no cysts, there was no cancer (thank God).   …   My tubes were blocked.  . …Um wait what? Blocked?!!? What does that mean? What was to follow that bit of news was one of the most difficult conversations I’ve had to have. Basically I was told that with my tubes blocked I could not get pregnant. I would need to have a procedure to unblock them in the future and even then I might never be able to conceive. On top of that, if by some chance I was to get pregnant, it would mostly likely be an ectopic pregnancy which is deadly. It is hard to convey the true shock and extreme sadness that set in immediately after hearing the news in this short post but believe me it was immeasurable.

My world shattered right then and there. Here I was told that I would have a difficult journey if I would ever tried to conceive if I could even conceive at all. Thomas, my boyfriend at the time, was with me when I was given the news. He was right there in the room. While my mind faded way he was alert and asking questions. We had only been dating for a few months but we both knew our relationship was special, and now he knew the full extent of my troubles. I might not be able to have kids, ever and certainly any risk of getting pregnant anytime in the near future could be deadly (not that we were planning to have kids anytime soon, just the thought of having to be extra careful with our contraceptive usage came to mind.) I was very upset for weeks to come crying in random intervals and I thought I saw a glimmer of doubt cross Thomas’ face when I asked him if he would be ok with possibly never having children (a heavy loaded question after only a few months of dating.) After talking it over for months and falling deeper in love we both somewhat settled into the idea that we might only have dogs as our children and for the time we were ok with that.

Check back soon to see part two of my conception story.

Did you have any trouble conceiving? If you feel comfortable sharing, I would love to hear your story or feel free to add your link in the comments. 

Our Crazy Friday Afternoon

It seems that I've been able to escape my chaotic clumsy forgetfulness for a while. Yay me! That is until today happened. It all started with my decision to go with my co-worker to an insane workout class at lunch. Normally I go to the gym and run on the treadmill 4-5 days a week (post on this to come). I blast the music on my phone and go at my own pace and enjoy my me time. So out of force of habit, I ended up bringing my cell phone with me to the gym only to realized I wouldn't need it for the class. Enter an hour of but kicking, extreme sweat inducing, air gasping, body movement. By the end of the class I had to peel myself off the mat. The small amount of my brain that was still processing rational thought was over run with my nervous system's register of pain and soreness. In this hazy state of mental consciousness it was a wonder I managed to grab my gym bag and remember the way to my desk.

Just like every other day I left work at 3:30, picked Emma up from daycare, and managed to only hit the beginnings of Friday rush hour traffic. Emma is actually pretty good in the car but after a full day at daycare she is usually tired and ready to get home just like her mom. So it works out pretty well that our commute is only about 20 minutes because that's all we can both handle really. As we pulled into our neighborhood I had a bad gut feeling like something was missing. Upon pulling up to the house it hit me, I didn't see my cell phone in my gym bag. I haphazardly dug through my trash filled purse but came up with nothing. At this point, I was in full panic mode. I had brought my phone to the gym and it could have dropped out of my bag ANYWHERE in my office building (Side note my office building is actually three massive buildings in one.)

At this point, I tried to filter past my exhaustion to get to my problem solving brain cells. Cranky baby + a 40 minute round trip car ride = NOT GOOD. Lost pictures/ videos of memories on cell phone = worse? Call her dad to come home...hmm no phone to do that. After weighing the options I decided I had to go back to find my phone. I had to give it a try even though there was the possibility of not finding it and having a super cranky kid the rest of the night. 9 times out of 10 I cater to Emma's needs so she would have to take one for the team this time. Wanting to soften the blow of another car ride I grabbed some food, her sippy cup, and some toys. Then, we started out on our journey....into an even worse Friday afternoon traffic situation.

As soon as the first sounds of baby protest came I grabbed the food pouch I had quickly snagged from the house and gave it to her. I knew there was a high probability of her getting it everywhere but given the circumstances I was willing to deal with it. By the time we made it back to my office I realized my mistake. I had grabbed a blueberry pouch concoction that had a brownish hue to it so it now looked like my child was covered in poop. She had managed to get the stuff everywhere and her protest did not end there. Somehow she had managed to extract her shoe and sock and hide them in the Narnia of the car because they were nowhere to be found. Wanting to get the ordeal over with I just went with it. I wiped her down as best as I could and we entered a prestigious place of business. Yup just me, my baby, her one shoe, and her "poop" covered shirt.

Rewind back to the fact that my body was aching from my earlier work out and I was now walking quickly through a massive building with my 22lb child. I ran into the gym where a woman was working out. I looked around frantically saw nothing and quickly moved on. It came to mind later that I must have looked like an absolute loon. Imagine you are enjoying your quiet Friday afternoon workout when a woman with crazy eyes runs in carrying a child who appears to be covered in poop with one shoe on as she psychotically looks around the room like she has a nervous tick and then runs out. Yeah.

After coming up empty handed at the gym I proceeded to my desk 3 floors and one building away. At this point my arms were near collapse, sweat had started to trickle down my back, my knees feel like they are going to give out, and I was really concerned that my phone was gone, along with the pictures and videos. Not yet ready to admit defeat, I finally rounded the corner of my cube and there it was! Glistening in the florescent light...my memory keeper! I only have about 10 or so numbers saved in my phone (one being the pediatrician and one being daycare) all I cared about were the pictures. So, I have learned my lesion and am finally becoming friends with this cloud thing I have heard so much about.

The main thing is Emma and I are ok. She survived and did even better than expected. I even found her shoe, but that didn't stop her from taking it off again on the way home and I felt like she deserved at least that.

Then and Now: A Comparison of Mommy vs Pre-Mommy Happenings

I called my younger sister on Saturday night to discuss, in ridiculous detail, the party decorations I got for Emma’s first birthday (I know I am going a little out of control with the whole first birthday thing). As I was discussing the various animal masks I realized something. I was interrupting my sister during her Saturday night outing. Mainly, my sister was out at an ultra-cool comedy club show (you know one of those semi-underground places that just enough people know about so it’s cool but not so cool that it becomes uncool cause to many people know about it kind of thing) while here I was facetiming her waving paper plates in the air and laughing merrily like a five year old hyped up on way to much sugar. Then it hit me (if you recall from my earlier post these stark realizations are frequent in my fried mommy brain world), this is nowhere near what I would be doing on a Saturday night just a few years ago. Just a few years ago, when the freedom and energy of my mid-twenties surrounded me in endless splendor, just a few years ago when I had no clue whatsoever that I would be a mom so soon. Even though the transition was not fast, I did settled down somewhat once I started dating my husband, but I still felt like I didn’t get as much closure to my carefree youth as I would have liked (due to a surprise pregnancy), so I thought I would travel down memory lane and give a play-by-play detailing of my daily happenings as they are now versus what they were back then. See if any of these look familiar to you:

- Bed Time Now: I pass out from complete exhaustion from cleaning, working, and playing vroom vroom cars

- Bed Time Then: I passed out from too much drinking, those keg stands really take it out of you

- Dinner Prep Now – Plan out my meals carefully each Sunday, prepare fresh dinners nightly

- Dinner Prep Then – Wrestling with the tough decision to have pizza for the third night in a row or being brave and trying out the new Chinese place or you know if I really felt like getting physical, pulling the plastic cover off a microwave meal

- Cleaning Now: Make sure to buy organic cleaners/ spend time organizing/ vacuuming, mopping floors and extracting toys from all crevices

- Cleaning then: Removing empty beer cans from the couch and placing them in old pizza box on the counter to make room for “guests” on the couch

- Going Out Now: Throw on sweatpants, sneakers and any non-wrinkled shirt 5 minutes before it’s time to go, proclaiming I thought this was a “pajama party” when I get to my destination

- Going Out Then: Spend days picking out/ shopping for outfits/ spend hours doing hair/ getting ready/ wear heals

- Mommy Knowledge Now: “That mom is doing a great job getting her errands done with a tantruming toddler"

- Mommy Knowledge Then: “That kid is screaming why is the mother doing nothing to calm the child down.”

- Shopping at the Grocery Store Now: Clip Coupons, check prices, check labels, buy a variety of meats, fruits, veggies, and diary

- Shopping at the Grocery Store Then: Soda and microwave dinners (I lived without a stove for almost two years and did not mind, scary I know)

- My dinners out Now: Consist of streaming Sesame street for the masses in order to prevent an epic restaurant meltdown

- My dinners out Then: Shots anyone!?!?

Needless to say a lot has changed in just a few short years but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Having a child was my final push to mature and grow up and boring bill responsibilities aside, I am really enjoying putting time and effort into what is most important now, my family. 

Our Weekend in Pictures

  

This weekend was exhausting but fun and I did my best to document all of the festivities. So come along and see what we were up to this weekend! 

Emma's "grandfarmer" was in town for her cousin's Christening. He is a lama farmer in southern Virginia. We will probably go down there this summer to visit. Visiting lamas is always fun. Emma was excited to see her grandpa! 

He kept saying she has aspirations to be a dentist. No idea where that came from ;)











We went to Nana's house Saturday morning to have pancake brunch! Emma had fun "helping her aunt make pancakes. She also enjoyed showing off her new walking skills.

Then we took Nana to the spa for her birthday!
It was kind of funny to me to bring a baby into a spa since that's usually where you go to get away from the kids but Emma was quiet and sat patiently while we were there. While Nana was at the spa we went with Auntie Julia to get fro yo!

Daddy came and picked Emma up after fro yo and took her to her experience her first car wash! She was fascinated!

Then they went to the park. I hadn't thought about it but it's been a long time since Emma has played in grass. I know it sounds weird but she was a tiny baby last summer so she didn't remember that grass experience. Therefore the grass at the park was a new and mysterious thing to her. Oh to see things through the eyes of someone who is experiencing everything for the first time! Even the smallest of things is magical!      

Finally, on Sunday, it was her cousin Cianna's christening. We got all dressed up and packed for a 2 and a half hour church service and then a lunch to celebrate. With all of that I was super excited we were only ten minutes late! It was Emma and my first time at a Southern Baptist church service. It was lively and fun (even though it was a bit long.) But Emma did well making it through the entire service with only a semi meltdown at the end (picture is with uncle Shawn, my husband's twin brother)

Then we went to lunch and in the 11th hour, after a long church service and an hour of sitting at the restaurant, mommy pulled out her trusty companion, Mr. iPhone for a little Sesame street relief. Needless to say we headed home exhausted shortly after.             

Finally we were home and mommy mustered up enough energy to make fruit salads for the whole family for the week! It was fun but I think we are all looking forward to a little bit more low key weekend next weekend. Hope you had a good one!

What's to Come: An Open Letter to My Future Teenage Daughter

When I found out I was having a baby girl I cried in the sonogram room. To be honest, it was not a cry for joy. I cried because I knew the hardships my daughter would have to face in life. I know what it takes and I know it’s tough, especially during those roller coaster teen years. But, I also know the amazing wonders that await just beyond the shadows of those uncertain years. With that being said, I am sharing a letter I wrote to Emma that I will give to her during a peak point of teenage despair because we have all been there.

Dear Teenage Emma,

By now you must have come to the realization that being a teenager is not all it’s cracked up to be (unless maybe they have invented fly cars or affordable 3D holograms of your favorite boy band). I’m writing this letter to tell you that even though I am an old fuddy duddy now, I have in fact gone through the same tough times you are going through now. The hormone changes, the uncontrollable emotions, the boy craziness, the desire to dress in ridiculously expensive clothes, and the hatred for anything “adult.” Oh how you will laugh once you turn 30 and decide that is definitely NOT an old age. I often wish I could go back and tell myself then what I know now. Since I’m willing to bet time machines have probably not be invented yet, I am going to share my wisdom with you. So here are a few things I want you to know to help get you through:

-         One day you will like someone and then you will date them and then possibly fall in love with them and then some catastrophic event will happen like they won’t answer their phone and you will end everything with an Earth shattering break up. When that day comes I will know what to do. I will write on a small piece of paper this; Alanis Morissette, Jagged Little Pill and leave you to discover the magic.

-         The day will come when you complain to me for the millionth time about some pair of idiotic shoes or ridiculous jacket that you HAVE to have but definitely WILL regret being photographed in years later. This is what I will do. I will give you your Kmart jacket and tell you to get in the car. Then we will drive (hopefully) far far away and I will not say a word the entire time (I might even blast some “oldies”) then we will pull up to a tiny house in a dilapidated neighborhood and you will look at me like I’m crazy and then I will tell you… “This is where we used to live. Through hard work and determination we are able to live where we do and have what we have. Never forget the importance of that.”

-         You will inevitably fall for the musical charms of a boy band and you will obsess over every precocious pop song they come out with and when you are having a not so great week, I will surprise you with concert tickets because I will know how much it will mean to you to go (I never got to go see the boy band of my dreams in concert as a teen – I did as an adult finally) and I will sit in the car with a good book or hang out with the other parents in the parking lot smiling as I listen to the squeals.

-         No matter how much you might hate school, do well because college is awesome.

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-         For every tough situation you encounter there will be a joyous event that counteracts that tragedy later in life. Grow apart from friends, meet new ones in college or reconnect with your old friends later in life. To the right in the picture above is me on the cusp of the treacherous teenage years with my grade school friends (yes wearing a Hanson shirt…see boy band reference above). Two years after this picture was taken I was not on speaking terms with two of my friends and had all but lost touch with the other two. 12 years later we started meeting up once a year to catch up and connect over our shared adult triumphs and hardships. So don’t worry if you go through rough patches with friends, you will grow and change and during your journey you will always find people who you will connect with.

Well that’s it for now. There is infinitely more I want to say but I will leave it for another letter or for an on the spot situation. Just know that even if we fight or disagree I will always be there for you.

Love,

Mom 

Playing Hide and Seek: How I am Slowly Digging My Ostrich Head Out of the Sand

I got another smack in the face realization the other day.  I guess because my brain is always processing something for work, something that needs to get done around the house, doctor’s appointments, vet appointments, family gatherings, and various toddler milestones the only way for anything else to get through is to fly full speed ahead at my brain and land smack dab in the emergency alert area. As in you have dropped the ball on this…warning…WARNING this needs attention. Some sort of something like that is how I would describe the sensation.

Anyways my realization came when a friend, pretty much best friend, gave me a call to finally plan out a weekend of fun together (after I TOTALLY forgot that I had made plans with her last weekend*epic friend fail*). While on the phone, she ended up sharing a personal hardship she was going through that, to me, seemed to come out of left field. Now this person is one of the closest people to me and we know each other so well we can have those conversations without talking. You know someone who has dealt with an abundance of my crap over the years and has still loved me anyway. And here I was listening to the events of her life unfold and I had no idea what had been going on. It really hit me; I had no idea what was going on in my best friend’s life. Meaning I have pretty much isolated myself in my little family bubble for the past few months or year or so…. I had been juggling all of the balls and I let that one drop. My head and been stuck in the sand, so concentrated on everything else. I felt terrible but then in some ways I knew I had had no choice. Sickness, car break downs, mommy break downs, terrible weather, all had contributed to putting up road blocks on my already bumpy new mom road.

Now that the light bulb has gone off, my car is fixed, the weather is looking a lot better, and I am better at handling a baby on an outing, I have decided to take smalls steps toward stabilizing my social life. I have already gone on one date night this month and I am hoping to get out to see my friends at least a couple of times a month and maybe even see about finally getting to craft club again (if I really feel like getting wild.) Do not despair friends I am on my way! Now if someone else could just hold this other ball for me for a little while then we will be all good. 

                                   (this was my friend's 80s themed bday party pre-baby

                                   when I was pregnant. I went as the pregnant prom queen)

Pictures for Throw Back Thursday: What I Learned During One Nostalgic Night

So there we were my husband and I, crippled by the sudden heat wave yesterday, determined not to turn on the air conditioning for one measly night (even though we looked at each other longingly when we heard our neighbor’s unit sputter to life.) We sucked it up and sat in our room with the window open and the fan on. Rather than participate in our normal nightly routine of inhabiting the rest of the house we stayed put. It somehow felt right to just hide away in our room with the sympathetic sheets and mattress welcoming us with open arms, knowing we were sleepy drunk off of the heat that had taken over. It was in this moment that my husband decided to clean out the pictures on his phone. It wasn’t a meticulously planned decision really. He had no choice in the mater.  It was more like once his phone reached 600 pictures I guess it wanted to go on strike. He started the tedious task of deciding what to keep and what should get the boot and after a few minutes I found myself chiming in with an opinion on every picture. Then, without even realizing it, we ended up becoming so engrossed in the pictures, I didn’t want it to end. As we poured through the endless cascade of memories, two things became abundantly clear: My husband likes to take pictures of random intimate objects and I realized how unbaby like my baby is nowadays.

Maybe I should rephrase that last one to I forgot how small and immobile my child used to be. All I remember from those magical (ok sleep deprived) first weeks and months was that I had been told I had an alert child and somehow in my mind I guess that manifested itself into a “fact” that my child has been independently moving around since birth which, as I’m sure you all know, was not the case. As we flipped further and further into the past I saw my child regress into a dependent floppy blob that occasionally would get a body tick and flail an arm out. It was the most baffling and mysterious thing to me, like I was looking at a creature I had never seen before. I was really amazed that in just a few short months, the memory of my tiny newborn had vanished into oblivion. Then it really did hit me, an article my mommy friend Erika shared from the Huffington Post, about how we are so focused on the present stages our children are going through that all past and future milestones are not even on our radar and it is so true. Right now I am worried about running after a wobbly walker and making sure I am feeding my kid enough nutritional foods so that we can wean her off formula. These are consuming all of my concentration right now. Trying to swaddle and worry about tummy time are sooo late 2012. 

It was also refreshing to see pictures taken from my husband's perspective. He is an amazing father and obviously with over 600 pictures, very attentive.

Without further adieu, here I present to you just a few of Emma's pictures then and now. I can't believe how much she has grown in such a short time. 

The Many Adventures of Winne the Pooh and Emma Too: A Lovie Tale

Once upon a time in the land of Emma’s room, there lived a silly old bear named Winnie the Pooh. Where he came from no body is quite sure as he was purchased from the thrift store. And that is where our story begins.

There he sat on the shelf of the store stocked with other toys waiting for their second chance at love. When along came a mommy well, she wasn’t a mommy just yet, her child had not yet been born. She was there searching for bright colorful friends to fill her soon to be child’s play space. She saw the old bear, dusted him off and thought he would make a good companion for her little girl.

The months past and the little girl was born but she was just a baby. Floppy and small, she could barely lift her head up much less take hold of a bear that was twice her size. More months went by and there Pooh sat, patiently awaiting the day when he would be discovered. With a smile that never faltered, he sat atop the toy box in the corner aching for the chance to be loved.

Then one day the baby had grown in size and with that, her curiosity grew as well. She was fascinated by all things soft and colorful, and finally, the silly old bear’s day had come. The girl wobbled over on unsteady feet but steadfast on her course straight for the toy box. At first she quietly acknowledged the creature, unsure of his intentions. Then, after some careful consideration, she smiled and reached out for him. That was to be the first in many reaches to come. You see the little girl had found a true friend. They started gong everywhere together, became inseparable really.

The years have yet to pass for this girl and her bear but one thing will always remain; the girl’s love for her bear and his ever present loyalty, always waiting for her on top of the toy box.

Being Super Mom

Sorry things have been quiet around here, last week was one of the craziest weeks I’ve had in a while. Almost every day turned into an event of epic proportion that engulfed my entire being. Every day ended in utter exhaustion. I am glad I made it through but more than that, I am proud of myself for making it through. That’s right I am tooting my own bejeweled brass horn and I am here to tell you to do the same!

It actually all started on Tuesday. I had a medical problem come up that involved a surprise trip to the doctor’s office. So I had to leave work in the middle of a big project, pick up Emma, and fight my way through the beginning of rush hour to get to the doctor. Since they squeezed me in I was at the mercy of the other appointments. There I was, sitting in a waiting room with a 10 month old and not too much for entertainment. At the last moment, when it looked like all hope was lost and the beginnings of a tantrum started to rear their ugly head…I dug in my magic Mary Poppins diaper bag and in the nether regions, past Narnia, I found a food pouch! With no bowl or spoon in sight I took a chance and gave her the pouch. If anything maybe I would get lucky and she would squirt it all over the waiting room and I was willing to take a chance on anything that would get us seen faster.

Fast forward a few hours and we were outta there. Luckily my husband was able to leave work early and take Emma while I went to get my prescription filled. What was supposed to be a simple pick up and drop off at the pharmacy turned into me having to go to two locations in the thick of rush hour and ended with me being stuck in the pharmacy from hell. I have never been to a retail establishment where the workers refused to answer the phone and screamed at each other to just “let the phone ring.” The lines were ridiculously long and I seemed to be the only person who wasn’t harboring a contagious disease. I felt like I was in a scene from Outbreak and there was no escape. It got so bad that one of the pharmacy workers screamed at a customer saying he was wasting his time. It was one of the most horrific experiences I’ve ever. I literally scrunched myself up in the corner and breathed into my jacket until I was able to leave.

After making it through the pharmacy visit from hell I was hoping everything would calm down, but I got a phone call at 4pm on Wednesday from my husband saying he had to go to New York for training…that night. That gave me really no time to prepare for being alone with the baby for two days and I definitely was not prepared for my car to break down on the way to work on Thursday morning. Just to set the scene, my husband is a trained mechanic who works for a wholesale auto parts company. All of the ingredients that allow for a constant piece of mind when it comes to my vehicle running properly. So of course my car’s alternator waits to go bad until my husband is hundreds of miles away. Luckily, Emma and I had made it to daycare. My car failed to start in the parking lot, which was better than it dying on the side of the road. I was able to get it towed to my husband’s job where his mechanic friends where able to work on it. However, that wasn’t until I had pulled out the 100 lb car seat and the stroller and the diaper bag and anything else I could fit in my arms. My mom was gracious enough to pick us up and I schlepped all of the afore mentioned items into her car and then from her car into the house. Yep, exhausting. 

I was left carless Friday for most of the day but I was fortunate enough to be able to work from home. I balanced my workload and got my car back Friday afternoon. To celebrate, I took Emma to the park! It was a great end to a hectic week.

Now that I am looking out onto the horizon of a new week I have a brighter outlook on everything that happened. I can call myself a super mom. Was my house spotless and a gourmet meal cooked every night? Were my clothes neatly pressed and my hair perfectly in place? No. Not everything can be perfect and honestly that is not being a super mom. Being a super mom is making it through any difficult situation, no matter how big or small, from trying to find somewhere to change a diaper, to making a healthy lunch, overcoming any adverse situation. We are all super moms and sometimes we get to brag about it too! Making it through all of these little things build confidence and give you a reason to pat yourself on the back. Even when everything feels like it’s falling apart, we are still doing it. We are making it through every second of every day and that makes us all super moms. 

Do you have a "super mom" story? Had a bad situation you overcame? I'd love to hear about it!