My Second Year of Motherhood: Uh, Mistakes Were Made

My daughter deserves more from me and I’m struggling to give it to her--BUT I HAVE PLAN!

After 24 months of motherhood I can report that I am a FANTASTIC infant mom. I crushed that shit HARD. 

Nursing on demand? Of course.

Bed sharing safely? No doubt

Baby wearing? Say less.

Baby led feeding? Home run.

Funnily enough, this is the part of motherhood I thought about the least before I gave birth! I wanted to birth a 3rd grader with a ready made personality,  interests,  and vocabulary. Widdle teeny babies, were for the birds! I want fully functional human.

Obviously, I had no fucking idea what a MAGICAL/SPIRITUAL/PEAK LIFE experience it is to mother an infant. 

Over the last three months, my rotund little meatball turned into a bustling toddler and that transition has knocked me on my ass. In short, my daughter expects more from me, she deserves more from me and I’m struggling to give it to her. I came to this realization when she was screaming “NO ELMOOOOOO!! NO POTTY!!!!!!!!” while peeing on my lap and crying into my shoulder at 3am. This was night 17 of no diapers ‘potty training.’ I held her and also started to cry while hovering my own bare ass over the Elmo potty.