With
Conner’s first birthday approaching, I can’t help but think about how much my
life has changed. I wanted to reflect back on our first year with Conner!  **Here
is different pieces of other mom blog questionaires that I put together **
Here
is what my Google search engine looked like this last year:
·
What is Pyloric Stenosis? 
·
When to file bankruptcy if you owe thousands in medical bills
·
What does this color poop mean? 
·
Is my baby drinking too much formula? it's two 8 oz bottles ea. night
·
Is it normal for a baby to slam their head into things & than laugh
·
Do babies walk at 9 months?
·
How to make your child stop laughing when you're trying to tell them"
no"  
To
elaborate a bit: If you didn’t know, Conner had Pyloric Stenosis when he was
born and had to have surgery to fix it. He actually was supposed to be in the
hospital for way longer than he was because they weren’t sure what else was
wrong, but a nurse forgot to tape his feeding tube so he pulled it out all by
himself. They were so confused because he immediately got better and was able
to come home only a few days later. I don’t want to go too much into details
because it’s super personal, but yes we do owe tens of thousands of dollars in
medical bills. As you can imagine, a baby in the NICU for 26 days and surgery
was not cheap without having insurance. I’ll be paying it off for the rest of
my life, but my baby is worth way more than they could ever charge me so I’ll
never stress too much about that. IT IS what IT IS, am I right mamas? 
1.
BABY-DUTY: In our house, Baby duty is when one parent is off for the night, and
the other is in charge of any of the babes needs when he is asleep. Jeff might
kill me for admitting this, (love you babe!), but his baby duty shifts were
slackin’ hard core in the beginning. He got like four days off in a row only
because I wouldn’t want to deal with the sassy-ness (if that’s a word…) that
he'd unconsciously do if he had to wake up. Looking back, it was really funny
because we’d even “sleep-argue “instead of “sleep talk” and barely remember a
thing come morning. All of this insanity came from the lack of sleep we both
had! I’d say by about 5 months in, Conner was officially a daddy’s boy and was
sleeping like one too. 
2.
Daddy Day-Care: Despite all the critics, I loved having Jeff be a stay at home
daddy. He ended up staying at home with Conner for about four months, and I
absolutely loved it. It was awesome to have our son with us, at home, during
important times in his life instead of taking him to the baby sitter. If it
wasn’t for the financial aspect, we would have stuck this out. Jeff got into
some really cute routines with Conner like making gourmet breakfasts with him
and teaching him the coolest things.
3.
Chicken Noodle Soup: Homemade chicken noodle soup is my go-to meal. Jeff makes
it for me every time I’m sick, but this was also the first meal Conner ate
besides baby food and this is the meal he started his famous “MMMMM’s” with. If
you haven’t met him in person, this little boy somehow makes the loudest MMMM
to signal something is yummy or he’s hungry. Jeff and I have always been coming
up with the perfect combination of meals he had growing up vs meals I had
growing up and we were excited to start the tradition of meals we make as a family with chicken noodle
soup being the first!
4.
Family First, everything else second: People lectured me non-stop when I told
them the philosophy I started implementing in my life, but it was something
that I really wanted to do. I didn’t want to party at all the first year Conner
was born for a few reasons 1) I don’t like the idea of him having an emergency
and needing me, and me not being able to form a proper sentence and reason 2)
Having a hangover and waking up to play with a baby is NOT A COMBINATION YOU
EVER WANT TO HAVE! My family comes first and I cut out a lot of things I would’ve
loved to do, but shouldn’t do for my baby-boo 
5.
 Long, Long, Long Walks! We don't just take little strolls, but we walk miles at a time. I'm not sure why and I'm not sure how it started, but we do and I think all three of us love it equally as much. Sometimes Jeff will suggest a walk after a bad day at work and that's where I am learning how to long board. Seriously don't laugh, but by learning to longboard I mean, I hold onto his shoulder as he pushes the stroller and my board just moves as I stand on it. It's pretty awesome. 
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5 things nobody warned me about:
1.      Nobody
warned me about how hard it is to maintain friendships after motherhood. I have
come to the conclusion that you know you are a pretty bad ass mom when you can
count the number of friends you’ve been able to keep on one hand. 
2.      Having
your house clean and having your house clutter-free is two totally different
things. I always want my house clean! Clean from dirt, bugs, trash, dust etc…,
but expecting my house to be clutter-free is a laugh-out-loud joke. In fact, I
like it better a little bit unorganized. I somehow know where everything is.
For example: My hairbrush! I know every morning that I can count on it being on
the kitchen floor. 
(Thank you Conner!)
(Thank you Conner!)
3.      Sleep
will never be on your side and the whole idea of “sleeping when your baby
sleeps” was never beneficial for me. I just learned to function on less amount
of sleep than everyone else and chose the times that Conner was sleeping to
have some “me” time and paint my nails or take a shower. PLUS! Sleep is not a
bank account. You don’t get to stock up on it one day and expect it to
roll-over onto tomorrow. The more sleep you get, the more your SOL. Sorry
Future Moms out there, but this is the truth I’m speaking. 
4  .      My
Body is not skinny, it’s not toned, but it’s not ugly and it’s not the end of
the world. All I ever heard was “You will have your body back after the baby”,
and although It is a work in progress… I’ve learned that it’s not a priority.
Your inner beauty is nowhere near as important as outside beauty and you learn
that the first day that baby pops out of you.
    5.      This
is still a learning lesson for Jeff and I, but learning to put us first and do
what is right for OUR FAMILY over
what our moms/dads/grandmas/aunts/uncles/sisters etc. want us to do or advise us to do has been hard. If I had
a dollar for every time I’d heard “He is hungry; he isn’t feeling good; he
doesn’t like that; he shouldn’t have that (and the list goes on and on and on…and
on…and on… and……. You get it right?) I’d be rich. 











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