Medic Mama

I've officially been a stay-at-home-mom for, like, a couple of months or something. All the days blend together so I'm honestly not quite sure. And I love it! Watching C grow this far as been amazing. However, with every job there will be aspects you don't love.... Spit up. Everywhere. All the time. I tried to wear something nice the other day. C spit up on it. She spits up often and at random. It will have been hours since her last bottle and she will still find something to her up. How she has continued to grow and gain weight, I don't know. It seems like she spits up entire bottles over the course of the day. Doctor tells me it's normal. Kthanks doc. It's a good thing I don't know how to accessorize with other things. Like, with actual accessories. Baby vomit is the latest craze. At my house, at least. I see another mom in Target with a wet mark on her shoulder, I feel you. 🙋‍♀️ I am getting REALLY good at getting stains out of all types ...

I have never been one who has been good at picking my battles. Every fight was worth it to me, even if it cost me my peace. I would argue the little things, the big things, things that don't matter in the long run, leaving little energy for the things that do. A gentle reminder I have been receiving the last several years is "let it go". I'm not talking Frozen (though you're welcome for that song being stuck in your head now). I'm talking really letting it go. Being a type A personality and a slight control freak (Mr C's opinion is invalid here), letting go is NOT my forte. Trust is not something that comes easily. I've walked through life for many, many years expecting to be let down, because that's just what happens. People let you down. So the thought of relinquishing control (even any semblance of control) is extraordinarily difficult. So imagine God, a seemingly invisible being, asking me to let Him take care of things. Hahaha, um, yeah righ...