Life Update
There have been a LOT of life changes since the last post on this website. I graduated from my dietetic internship, passed the RD exam, got a big girl j-o-b, and we welcomed the light of our lives, Elijah Clint, into the world on October 1st, 2022.
October 1st, 2022
The day our lives changed forever!
2022 was a whirlwind, to say the least. I can’t believe our baby boy is already 7 months old. We try to take each day at a time around here because, as a full-time working (+ breastfeeding) mama, I am constantly on the go, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our Monday-Friday routine typically goes as follows:
- wake up anywhere from 5:00-7:00 A.M. (depending on when Elijah wants to get up)
- feed Elijah + get him ready for the day
- get myself ready for the workday
- drive about 1 hour (give or take for traffic) & drop Elijah off at daycare (hi, mom)
- drive to work…work…pump…work some more
- pick Elijah up + drive 1 hour home
- feed Elijah + make dinner
- try to squeeze exercise somewhere in the midst of all this
- get Elijah ready for bed, go to bed, and do it all again the next day!
It feels chaotic just to type all of that out, but we get it done somehow by the grace of God.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t get tired— mentally, physically, & emotionally. I try to be strong for my family, but some days, it gets to me. Don’t even get me started on the mom guilt that settles in when I have no energy left at the end of the day but to just stare into space as Elijah happily plays on the floor of our living room.
The other day, my husband said, “I thought time passed by too fast…but then I had a kid,” and I have never heard a truer statement. It is so easy to get caught up in the routine of daily life. You look back, and it’s been 7 days, then 7 weeks, and before you know it, 7 months have passed by in the blink of an eye.
Which is why I took a very long break from the blog. I have tried to be more present, to cherish more moments because they don’t last. My son will not have a gummy smile forever. He won’t always need me to rock him to sleep. He won’t always call me “Momomomom.” When he’s older, he will get embarrassed when I kiss him on the cheek or hug him too long before saying bye. He will outgrow Thomas the Train and Hey Bear. And while I know each new stage is a joy, I can’t help but get emotional thinking about how fleeting the previous one was.
Didn’t mean to get all emotional on you, but ya know…hormones.
I am grateful to have a very supportive husband and family who have been understanding of this new mama (in good times & bad) as she navigates motherhood. If you’ve made it to the end of this- thank you for being here and for following along.