Had a little play date this morning with some of my mom friends. Between us, we have six children under the age of three. -each have one boy, one girl, so we are a pretty good mix. Their little babies are brand new and oh man if I don’t love snuggling a teeny baby all wrapped up like a burrito. How is my baby so big already? C’mon.
When Iz was a tiny babe, I joined an actual mom playgroup- like, every week at the same time kind of a thing. I thought it was going to be so awesome and bonding and hey we have kids! And it was kind of sort of weird slash horrible because of all the JUDGY that was happening. I mentioned I had a c-section with Isabelle and you would have thought I said I gave birth to an alien from the looks I received. No empathy, no understanding. Then just for fun I bottle fed Isabelle right in front of them and the NERVE of me to NOT be breast feeding her! They had no idea of our struggles or my efforts or the actual physical explanation why Isabelle had a hard time nursing. I left that play date feeling like a lousy new mom and an inadequate parent. I’m sure you can guess I never went back, just wasn’t my cup of tea. Sorry that I didn’t have my baby at home in a candle lit bathtub like you did, but everyone is different and there is no need for you to think you are better than me because our experiences are not the same.
I feel like there is this intense pressure to do everything right when you have a baby. So many choices, so many different ideas and methods and books you can read. Really, bottom line- we all do what works for us, whatever that may be. There is some serious trial and error involved, and I swear by the time I have our last baby I’ll know everything. HA. I have really found a little group of friends who are supportive of me regardless if the food I am feeding Linc is organic or not. It is nice to get together and talk to other grown up people about the things that constitute our daily lives, that is: poop, feeding, time outs and tantrums, husbands, new shoes, cooking dinner, losing weight, or whatever else we feel like talking about. We put our kids in a big room at someones house and just let them have at the wall of toys for a few hours, serve some pb and j’s and call it good. Always a nice part of my week.
|Isabelle, Ryder, Charlotte, Lincoln, Charlie, Ella|
|Mom stopped by to meet Ella and Ryder, was all too familiar for her…|
And of course, Isabelle loves her cousins. We watched the girls for a few hours a couple weeks ago and they could really play for hours. We sure do love living by (some of) our family.
PS If you are involved in a crappy judgy playgroup, get out and call me. We can be friends. Even if you had a c-section.