Our Breastfeeding Journey

Tamekia’s thoughts:

My little one is approaching TWO in less than thirty days (I know! She is growing up too fast!). As I sit and reminisce over the last year, I can’t help but to think back to this time last year. My child was almost one. Eating solid foods. Saying her first words. Running around. She was reaching all these milestones and I was plotting my breastfeeding escape. It was bitter sweet. On the one hand I couldn’t wait to not be attached to a breast pump! On the other, I knew I would miss the special bond breastfeeding gave me and my little one. However, out of all the many things I had faced as a new mother I believe that breastfeeding was one of the hardest. From the beginning I knew I wanted to try to breastfeed. It seemed like a no brainer to me. You have the chance to share this special experience with your little one that only you can provide. Plus, IT’S FREE! Formula is expensive! Breastfeeding gives you one less thing to worry about (So, I thought). No one tells you that it will probably be a challenge.

The first days of breastfeeding were the most painful. I couldn’t quite figure out how to get my little one to latch correctly. I was in excruciating pain! It was as if she knew what to do but I couldn’t get enough nipple in her mouth fast enough before she started to eat. That alone made me want to give up but I was determined to breastfeed my child. Then there was the waking up what seemed like every hour to feed this little person. I had so many questions. Am I doing this right? Is she getting enough? Am I supposed to be this sore? Do I wake her up if she falls asleep while eating? I was delusional!

Now throw in the madness of pumping. I know some moms never pump but I was crazy and decided to continue my grad school classes during my maternity leave from work. I thought I had a lot of questions before but now I can actually measure my milk production. Why did the right boob always produce less? Am I producing enough? When do I find time to pump? How much is to much and how much is not enough? Then you learn about the possibility of nipple confusion when you introduce a bottle (It was kind of nice having other people feed her). 

I became so obsessed with my milk supply. I tracked the number of ounces and the time I pumped on an app. I worked to stock pile my freezer. I was on every Facebook group for breastfeeding mothers. I looked up every natural supplement possible thing that could help increase my milk supply. I made lactation cookies (The reason I couldn’t lose my baby weight right away). Drank lots of water (Probably the most important). Tried supplements like Fenugreek (I don’t think it made much difference). Ate oatmeal. I even drank Ovaltine (Not sure if it really worked or if I just think it did because it’s yummy!). 

Overall, there are so many factors to consider when breastfeeding. Some women choose not to breastfeed at all and others have challenges that prevent them from breastfeeding all together. However, the important thing is to not forget what really matters- a happy healthy, fed baby! For those who do breastfeed I think the most important thing to remember is not to stress! I wish I wasn’t so consumed with my milk supply obsession and was able to let nature takes it course.

Love, Tamekia 

Do you have any tips for mom’s struggling to breast feed their little ones? Please share!


Annie’s Thoughts:

Breastfeeding. Well, where exactly do I start here? There is so much I could say. Let’s start from the beginning.

Breastfeeding is a beautiful, wonderful, natural thing. It is free. It is nutritious. It is our evolutionary food source. But, breastfeeding is not the only way to feed your child. Of course breastfeeding provides immeasurable benefits to your baby, but not every baby (or mother) is able to breastfeed. And for that reason, we are so so lucky to have formula available for our babies. While there may be very many benefits to breastfeeding including: immune support, optimal nutrition, and bonding with mom, formula is not a failure!!! [Remember that. FED IS BEST.]

Now with that out of my system, let’s get into my story. My sweet baby was born at 37 weeks via c-section. So as you can imagine, my milk supply was not ready to make its grand appearance into this world. That didn’t slow down my baby, he tried and tried to latch. Unfortunately due to my gestational diabetes, my little baby ended up in the NICU and my dreams of exclusively breastfeeding were gone in a flash. Within 24 hours, we had to begin supplementing with formula for hypoglycemia. And just like that, I felt I failed. [At this time I did not know about donor milk, and I was just happy that he didn’t require IV fluids to keep his blood sugar stable.] So I began pumping with the help of the lactation consultant. [Honestly, they are angels on earth. Utilize them.] I pumped and pumped and pumped….and…PUMPED. And suddenly I had a little itty bitty syringe full of liquid gold. My husband wheeled me to the NICU and I presented the 0.5 mL vial of gold to the nurse. This began my journey with exclusive pumping….. for 11 months [It still makes my stomach hurt thinking about pumping for that long].

After we all made it home, I tried over and over again to get my baby to latch. He knew what to do. He tried. I tried. He cried. I cried. It was hell. All for one reason: inverted nipples. [I know what you’re thinking….Annie, I really don’t care about your nipples. I get it. Me either. But keep reading.] My nipple contractures wouldn’t break. No. Matter. What. I used nipple shells, plastic cups, shields, basically all the things. No luck. So I pumped. And I pumped. And I pumped. And it sucked. I never got that bond with my child that everyone talks about. I pumped. He took a bottle. I felt like a failure.

My supply was great. I was pumping plenty. I was lucky. But for some reason I could not see the great things I was accomplishing. Breastfeeding made me crazy! I counted every drop. I focused on a schedule. I froze so much milk. I recorded every session in the Medela app. And don’t even get me started about the few times I pumped and accidentally knocked over my bottle of milk. [OH MY GOSH. IT STILL MAKES ME SO MAD.] Now, before I get all worked up, I could go on for days about how much I hated pumping. Instead I will skip that part and fast forward a bit. Because honestly – you get it.

I stopped pumping at 11 months. [I have no idea how I made it that long.] I combined my freezer stash with formula until my baby turned 12 months, and now we take cow’s milk. [Another controversial topic.] And we made it! I did it! He did it! And everyone survived – even the pump. [Which quite frankly I have wanted to beat into a million pieces on more than one occasion.] The moral of this story is: no matter what path you take: breastfed, exclusive pumping, formula – YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE IT! Your baby is going to be healthy and happy and FED. And for that reason alone – YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE. You are a fantastic mother. Remember that. Be that. And you will raise one fantastic kid!

Xoxo, Annie

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The Struggle

pexels-photo-167964.jpegThis post was originally going to be about how I’m struggling to find balance. Don’t get me wrong the struggle is still very much real! But as I sit in my bed typing I realized how blessed I am. Growing up my dad was very strict and at times very hypocritical (Another story for another day) but living in that environment has somehow made me into a perfectionist. My rational mind knows that perfection is unattainable but that little girl in me still drives herself crazy trying to achieve this unattainable goal. As I sit here writing early on a Sunday morning I must acknowledge that I have come a long way. Neither of parents graduated from college but I always knew that obtaining a degree was a goal of mine (My mother later obtained an Associate’s degree. Yay Mama!). But look at me! Here I am with a Master’s degree doing what I always wanted to do. I’m still stressed as heck at times in this Master’s prepared job. Some days I go to work wondering what the heck I am doing. There are times where the people I should be able to go to for help turn me away or make me feel less than (Not direct coworkers). 

At the end of the day I do really enjoy what I am doing and I am living out my dreams. I have an amazing husband and beautiful daughter. Isn’t that enough? Sure, it is! But how on earth do I work through the chaos of the struggle? How do I balance the stress of work, being a wife, and being a mother with all the many things that life throws my way? Let me tell you what I have been doing.

First, I do like I’m doing now. Take a moment and try to realize how blessed I truly am. It’s hard trying to be positive when everything seems to be going to hell, but if I really think about it everything always works out. No matter your spiritual beliefs I think it’s important to believe in something bigger than yourself. For me, it’s nice to know that despite my short comings a higher being is looking out for me. If you don’t believe that then that’s ok but prayer and meditation always seem to relax me and brings me a sense of hope.

I remember a past church sermon that spoke on this topic of feeling overwhelmed. Sometimes you need people on you team that are there to hear your complaints and give you advice. The person that you vent your problems to may just be a listening ear. They may not actually give advice (It’s ok to get advice from a totally different person). You ever have a friend that you know you can talk to about anything? They talk trash and say just what you need to hear at that moment. Heck they are ready to go confront somebody if you need it! (You never really follow through with it-well most of the time at least). But let’s be real, you don’t actual take their advice serious. On the other hand, there is the person you go to when you really do need advice. Someone who is rational and able to talk you off the emotional ledge. I believe that having someone to talk to is important. You may not ever take their advice, but it is nice to have another perspective. Mind you, it is CRUCIAL to know who you are telling your secrets to. Not everyone that is available to listen should be the one you share your problems with. I know it’s hard to believe but there are people in this world who don’t want you to be happy or succeed. These people are sometimes disguised as “friends”. Be mindful of this. Even at your most difficult times it’s important to not let emotions blind you of people’s true intentions.

Another thing I find helpful is making a to do list.  I know you are probably thinking what good is a to do list if you don’t have time to do it.? However, sometimes when I write down all the task that are running around in my head, it seems less overwhelming. I can visualize the tasks at hand and cross them out one by one. It’s sort of therapeutic watching the list get smaller.

Lastly, take time for yourself. I feel like I say this a lot but never actually follow through. I’m currently working to find things that interest me and give me a little balance. I have started to incorporate working out into my schedule. Finding time to workout has been a struggle on it’s own, but when I do work out consistently I have feel more relaxed and less fatigued. Fatigue is another big part of the struggle (Am I the only one who feels tired ALL THE TIME?)

I often wonder if the struggle will ever NOT be SO real? I like to think yes but in reality the answer is problem no. Life is full of struggles. We just have to learn to deal with them and turn those lemons into lemonade (Cliché, I know). Sometimes being grateful and just acknowledging your blessings is enough to get you over the hump.

I would love to hear how you guys work through “the struggle”. Leave your comments below.



Postpartum Depression

“It gets better.”

That is what I kept hearing after I had my baby. And every time I heard those words my brain would scream “WHEN?!”. I felt like I was drowning. I was raw – literally, figuratively – all of the ways in which someone can be raw. Isolated, yet with constant calls/texts/notifications. Alone, yet surrounded by people. Stagnant, yet always moving/doing. Silent, yet screaming inside. Feeling everything, yet nothing at the same time.

I don’t believe you can truly ever be prepared for the day you become a mother. You can try. You can ask a million questions, take a million classes, read a million books, but the second you hold that innocent child in your arms – everything changes. It’s a strange concoction of pure joy and complete terror. Here it is – this thing you made – now keep it alive. Oh, and while you are it, make sure to raise it to have upstanding morals, good character, and without traumatizing it too much along the way. [No pressure, right?!] Wrong, lot’s of pressure – all the pressure – [What have I done?! What do I do now?] These feelings are “normal” they say. [Who is they anyway? Why do they always have an opinion?!] After your hormones settle down, after you get home, after you get in a routine, after the “shock” wears off, somewhere – sometime – you embrace the joys of motherhood and find peace with your new role. For some reason, this wasn’t as easy for me. My feelings grew stronger, more terror, more overwhelmed, more anxiety, more confusion, and eventually converted numb, mundane, empty, helpless. LOST.

A looming shadowing lurking over you, keeping you from fully enjoying your new baby, your family, your life. A weight with more pull that any gravitational force –  causing your feet to drag like concrete blocks.

Postpartum depression.

Let’s discuss my experience.

There is a stigma here, I’d like for you to try to set aside your previous thoughts, feelings, judgements concerning mental health. If you are unable to continue reading with an open mind – please click away from this post. This is a safe space. This space was created with love for others who might stumble across it looking for someone to relate to, a story to read, or out of general interest on the subject matter. This place is for expression, relation, uplifting interaction. It is warm. It is comfy. It feels like home. Let’s keep it this way. It should go without saying that negative comments will be removed as they are not helpful.

Postpartum depression is only part of my story.

While I was born many years ago, this part of my story begins in fall of 1998.

Specifically it begins on October 13, 1998 – the day my brother died. Most people who know me personally are aware that I have a deceased sibling. What those people may not know includes the following: His name was John. He died at the age of ten from brain cancer. He was a light this world needed – a light dimmed far too soon. His death shaped my life. It is the reason people pitied me in middle school. It is the reason I feel uncomfortable when people ask, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”.  It is the reason I have depression (one of several). His death left a void so deep inside of me, there are days I am afraid it will never be filled. However, his death does lead me into positive ventures as well. It is the reason I joined a sorority that supports Make-A-Wish Foundation. It is the reason I went into healthcare as a profession. It is the reason I stay close with my friends and family. His death makes me live. So, there is a happy ending if you dig deep enough to find it. Needless to say, this was a traumatizing event in my lifetime. Paired with my genetic susceptibility, it seemed inevitable that I would suffer from some degree of depression. And I did, I do, I will most likely until my last day on earth – not to be morbid – just honest. There is so much more to be said about raising a child after suffering the loss of a close loved one – yet this post is not the place nor the time. [I anticipate a future post soon]. This is for you to understand me a little bit more.

I spent my formative years thinking “this is the grief process” and “it will get better with time”. I did not seek help, although it was offered. Instead I found my solace in creative activities – writing, dance, music – and through friendships. I pushed away the darkness as long as I could. In college, I did the same with new friendships, new writing, and long nights of studying at the library. I pushed away the darkness again – until I couldn’t any more. After several poor clinical experiences, I found a psychiatrist and a diagnosis I could trust. Generalized anxiety disorder with panic episodes and major depression. [Major depression? What is minor depression? How do you become majorly depressed?!] I worked with my doctor to find a medication regimen that worked best for me. I spent the next eight months of my life living happily – for the first time in as long as I could remember. I was able to feel real joy again – something I didn’t even realize I missed. I could breathe again. The weight had been lifted – the shadows gone. Shortly after my husband and I turned thirty, we had the “will we have kids” talk. I have had PCOS since I was a teenager. I am overweight. I have irregular periods. We had not prevented pregnancy for over five years at the time. Previous physicians told me, “it will be hard for you to conceive”. Mutually my husband and I decided that we would not undergo fertility treatments for financial reasons, and thus we figured we would not have children – instead we would travel and raise our two yorkies together. That was fine with me. And one faithful day in July of 2016 I thought to myself “well my period is late again, I guess I will test just to be sure”. Staring back at me were two pink lines. [TWO?!?!?!] Yes, two – the double stripe sign of soon to be motherhood [Surely this wasn’t real, right?!] Four pregnancy tests, a tearful phone call to a friend, and a pinteresting session later of “how to tell your husband you are pregnant” – it was real. I was pregnant. Immediately, I panicked. [What about your medicines?? Won’t they hurt the baby?] I called my psychiatrist and my obgyn, left hormone filled messages about my fears, and was reassured quickly that it was okay. I elected to wean off my medications for my pregnancy and surprisingly I did just fine. I was in my graduate program and working full time in the ICU. Busy was an understatement. I was distracted from the darkness, and I was one big ball of hormones. [I had survived without medication for 24 years – what was nine months?] And then on March 2, 2017 at 8:00 p.m. on the dot, my whole world changed – my son was born.

A beautiful, healthy 8lbs 4 oz angel delivered via emergency c-section. The best thing to ever happen to me.

TRIGGER WARNING. Also – slight disclaimer – I love my child more than anything in the entire world, I have always loved him. I always will. In no way, would I ever harm him or allow another individual to harm him – emotionally, mentally, physically. He is my world. The following is shared for others to read and understand – to break the stigma on mental health. Please be kind. 

I have never loved anything or anyone so much in my life. I can say this now without question. Yet, upon his arrival and the first eight weeks of his life I wasn’t so sure that this was the case. I loved my child because I knew I was supposed to, because he was part of me, because we spent hours together bonding, and because there was an instant connection between us. There was an immediate feeling of love – infatuation. I believed it was true love until it began to fade a few days after leaving the hospital. It wasn’t that I had complete apathy. I knew I loved him – I just couldn’t feel it. It was as if there was this wall between us, keeping us apart. It was almost as if I was looking through some sort of opaque window at him. It seemed robotic. I wanted so badly to feel this “indescribable love” I had heard so much about. Yet, I just couldn’t seem to reach that place.

The first two weeks home from the hospital were hell. I was recovering from my delivery, a hormone drop, latch issues, supply problems, pumping routine, and attempting to keep an infant alive. It was the longest, yet quickest two weeks of my life. Looking back it seems like a small blip – living in the moment, it seemed neverending. Every day I would cry. I was told “this is normal, it will get better”. I held out hope that it would. Week 3 after my son was born, he was diagnosed with acid reflux and started on medication. He cried every day without fail from 3:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m., which meant I cried too. Week 4, Week 5, Week 6 –  all came and went. Sometime during Week 7, he stopped crying during the afternoons, but I did not. [It will get better, right?!] Throughout this time I had extremely vivid dreams/daydreams of different ways he might be injured or even killed – falling off the counter, tripping while I carried him, or just finding him blue in the middle of the night. It was almost like PTSD. I would awake with a racing heart rate, sweaty palms, gasping for air, searching to see his face to reassure myself he was okay. And, he was. He was perfect. I was not.

Week 8 postpartum, I got help. I had finally decided it was only getting better if I made the decision to make it better – it being myself. I decided it was time. This was the first time I understood having unconditional love for my child. I wanted him to have an emotionally connected, stable mother. I wanted to show him what happiness could mean. And so I started back on my medication, even though I was breastfeeding. And I am a better woman, mother, person for it. By week 12, I didn’t cry anymore in the afternoons. Instead, I cuddled my baby. I hugged him. I kissed him. I LOVED him – truly, irrevocably loved him. And, it got better.

So I leave you with this:

It gets better – when you admit it to yourself, when you reach out for help, when you TRY to get better, when you come above water, and when you can finally take a deep breath again. It WILL get better. But, you have to be the reason it does. And when it does, it is worth it. I promise.

Xoxo, Annie

Worrying Your Way Through Motherhood

Annie’s Thoughts

Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you stopped worrying about your child’s development for one second? [Incredible? Freeing? What would I spend my time thinking about?] I am pretty positive that most of my time is dedicated to watching my child develop, scrolling through instagram/facebook, spotting other people’s children reaching milestones,  questioning why my child hasn’t started doing x, y, z yet, googling childhood milestones frantically, and then worrying until my child starts doing x, y, z. [It is a vicious cycle. I can’t stop. Help.]

Why do I do this to myself? I have found myself constantly comparing my child to every other child in the universe. Instead of celebrating and reveling in the milestones, I find myself anxiously awaiting the next. He can hold his head up, yet when will he sit up? He can sit up, yet when will he crawl? He can crawl, when will he start to pull up? It seems that this stage of wonderment will never end. As mothers it is easy to get lost in the cycle of “is my baby normal?”. It starts from birth – are they breathing? how many toes does he have? why won’t she latch? did he pass his hearing screening? – the incessant need to make sure that our child is as perfect as we view them. And who can blame us? These are our children, we are responsible for them, their development, and their livelihood. Because if not us, then who?!

Currently, I am blessed to have multiple friends with children age 2 and under. This is helpful in many ways – giving and receiving advice, snapchats of cute kids, and birthday cake every weekend [Is it just me or is every Saturday birthday party day? How am I supposed to be on a low carb eating plan if there’s delicious cake every weekend? What is a summer body anyway?!] With these friends comes many child related discussions. “Guess who just sat up!”, “Guess who got a tooth!”, “Guess who just waved bye bye!”, “Guess who just took their first steps!”. Yes, I love getting these messages. Yes, I love celebrating with your baby and you. Yet, I can’t stop the natural urge to compare my child to yours. Why isn’t my baby standing/walking/talking/sleeping/teething?! [Honestly – it is enough to make you go insane. You should see my google history….you would be ashamed.] In the beginning I drove myself insane with these thoughts. [Not sure how I didn’t end up in an institution.] It was constant, continuous, and CRAZY as hell.

As the first year of my child’s life rapidly comes to a close, I consider each milestone to be bittersweet. While one part of me is happy he can finally pull up, wave bye-bye, and sleep through the night [THANK YOU, LORD!] another part of me deep down inside is sad. I am sad that he is no longer a baby. I am sad that in a few long, yet quick years I will drive him to his college campus, unpack his dorm room, and wish him off into adulthood. It is moments like these that I wish for another child. [But could I ever go back through all of that? The sleeplessness, the hormonal swings, the pumping?!?!] If I was blessed with another child like this one, I would do it all again in a heartbeat. [Don’t freak out, this time I would like to be a little more prepared!] With that said, I will leave you with a quote that I have carried with me:

“Comparison kills creativity and joy” -Brene Brown

Xoxo, Annie.

Tamekia’s Thoughts

Am I the only one that finds themselves comparing my child to other children? Don’t get me wrong my little one is pretty much perfect (Except for when she isn’t!) but I often find myself scrolling social media looking at everyone’s child reach different milestones. I often think their child is ALREADY doing this or that. It was a lot worse when my little was an infant. Not only would I scroll social media, I would drive myself crazy googling (Is googling a word?) I would look for “evidence based” articles telling me that my child should be rolling over or sleeping through the night by now. Then don’t get me started on Facebook mom groups where every child is perfect and saying full sentences at 3 months (I may be exaggerating. Well, just a little).
Why do we do this? Why are we so busy worrying and stressing over what our child isn’t doing? One minute we are excited that they reached a certain milestone. Yay! She is crawling but oh wait-when will she walk? Yay! She can say the alphabet! But oh no- she can’t recognize the word cat.  From the moment I knew I was pregnant I had what I call “mom worry”. Mom worry is irrational and crazy. We know it makes no sense but yet we keep doing it. I have this perfectly healthy and happy little girl. Shouldn’t I be celebrating that? Yes! Yes, I should but then mom worry takes over and I’m a crazy person. But, if I don’t worry about all these things, who will? I am responsible for making sure she reaches these milestones. If she doesn’t then I am also responsible for making sure she gets the help she needs.
So how do we alleviate some of the anxiety mommy worry brings? I have learned that utilizing my mommy friends is important. I have several friends with kids of all ages. This is a true blessing. I can reach out to the mommies who have already been through what I’m going through with my child. However, I can still give advice to the mommies with babies younger than my little one. We have to stick together! I mean, do any of us first time moms really know what we are doing? I know I’m winging it most of the time!
I saw the following quote on someone’s Instagram page (As, I was comparing my child to theirs lol).
“The fastest way to kill something special is to compare it to something else”.
Isn’t this so true? How can we revel in the beauty of watching our child learn and grow if we are so busy comparing and stressing over those comparisons? Let’s all make a conscious effort to live in the moment and enjoy the milestones are children are reaching.
Love, Tamekia
Let’s reminisce a little. Does anyone want to share their favorite milestone story?!

Motherhood Minute: Meet Autumn

For this month’s Motherhood Minute, we would love for you to meet Autumn. She is a full-time working mother of two super cute kids, Caroline, 3, and Tripp, 1!

When asked for her best memory of motherhood [so far] she states, “One of my favorite memories are when the kids were still newborns and had that ‘new baby’ scent – I would sit and hold them forever. I’m still in denial that that’s why they’re spoiled today!”

She also shares that her “scariest memory so far was when Caroline choked on a piece of corn-dog. Instead of performing the Heimlich, naturally I turned her upside down and beat her (kidding…slightly)”!

Biggest challenge in motherhood? Autumn says, “Hands down, my biggest challenge has been becoming a single mom. I’ve learned to be patient. I’ve learned it’s okay to ask for help. From here on out, it’s about surviving and thriving!”

Need a life/mom hack? Autumn shares  “BABY WIPES. I, REPEAT, BABY WIPES. Butt need wiping? Baby wipes. Car need cleaning? Baby wipes. Ran out of makeup remover? Baby wipes. Did I mention baby wipes?”

Autumn also shares her thoughts about changing the past, “I’m not going to give you the cliché answer of, “nothing, everything happens for a reason”. If I could do it all over again, I would pick my battles. I would worry less, pray more. I would stay off my phone more. I would’ve co-slept longer (because they won’t want to when they’re   let’s be real, that’s weird).”

Autumn wants other moms to know, “Be in the moment. It has become so habitual to pick up our phones or cameras when little Billy Jo is doing something cute, but pictures can wait. Enjoy it while you can.”


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Am I a terrible friend?

I feel like I am terrible friend…

Two weeks ago we posted a great blog [I mean..not to toot our own horn or anything *toot toot*] detailing the trials of losing yourself in motherhood. Click here to read more! This inspired me to discuss some further trials I find myself dwelling over in the late hours of the night.

So back to the original statement: I feel like I am a terrible friend. I am blessed to have made many friendships over my years in high school, college, sorority, nursing school, getting my master’s degree, various jobs here and there, and just life. In fact I consider myself a “people collector”. [Before you freak out, no I am not skinning people and wearing them prancing around my bedroom at night]. I find meeting people and hearing their stories to be enthralling. I consider it like my own little reality TV show. [Speaking of this season of Vanderpump rules is a dud – can I get an amen?!] With that said, I have a lot of people I try to keep in touch with from time to time. But, here recently I feel like I just can’t keep up! I mean…I am wondering if I am in early onset dementia at this point. I feel like I forget EVERYTHING. I find myself never responding, forgetting to check in on people, double booking playdates, visits, or lunches with friends. I THINK I AM GOING INSANE. I even have a digital planner and a written planner.

This life is crazy – mom life. Half the time my hair is a mess, my clothes are stained, and my house looks like Toys-R-Us threw up in it. But when that little boy looks up at me and smiles, I just know that it doesn’t matter – he’s happy. And his happiness is the most important thing. Still, I find myself second guessing my ability to “mom”. I doubt myself constantly. I compare and contrast my life to other mom’s lives. [Don’t worry – that blog post is coming soon!] I even compare my life to my child-free friends. [Freaking instagram…] By the way, that is never a good idea. It never ends well. Yet, sometimes I find myself scrolling to see what my friends are up to. Just to feel like I can keep up with their lives. And, partially, to help myself remember exactly what they told me they were up to. Because, let’s face it, I have motherhood induced early alzheimer’s. I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast [wait….did I even eat?] There’s no way I can keep up with who my friend met a the bar last weekend, or who they matched with on tinder, or what weekend trip they have planned. And, yes part of me REALLY wants to keep up. Then there is that small part of me that just feels too tired to try. Just when I think I can handle a full blown text conversation and gather all the of “dirty” details from my friend – I find myself falling asleep reading text messages, or forgetting what I just said to my friend on the phone, losing my train of thought mid sentence, or jumping up to catch my baby from busting his head open during bath time. So how do I cope with this? I tell myself things like –  I AM GOING CRAZY. I tell myself I am not good enough. I tell myself I should be better. Yet, why do I do this? [Maybe I should expound upon this in a future post].

Is this normal? Are you crazy too??

This is a normal part of motherhood I’m sure. And, this is probably the reason my childless friends say parents only talk about their kids. [Can you blame us? First of all, they are cute. Second of all, we are over here surviving not thriving!!!!] Let’s be honest here, my mind is in a million places at all times. [No wonder I am so obsessed with organization posts on instagram.] One second I am getting my kid ready for school [daycare] and the next I am trying to remember to pick up my groceries. [Shout out to Walmart grocery pickup – girl, you can even have them bring toys to your car – also wine, hello!] Then comes the full time 40+ hour a week job I work, cleaning the house, laundry, meal planning, and just general necessities for surviving. And that is just DAILY ACTIVITIES. That doesn’t include the ridiculous amount of time it takes to wash, dry, and fix my hair. [Hence the reason why I have a “mom bob”. Don’t knock it til you try it, ladies!] 

The craziest part is – I ONLY HAVE ONE CHILD – and a man child [Husbands….am I right?]. How are you moms making it with more than one kid??? I would love to hear!!! Comment below pleaseeee.

I love my friends. But, it is exhausting trying to find time to keep up. So, that is why I feel like a terrible friend. And, I am sure that everyone understands, especially my mom tribe. I just can’t help but feel like I am losing touch with people I truly love. I know this is a season in life, and sometimes friends grow apart. But, I hate being the one growing apart the fastest. I have to remind myself that my family is my priority. [Sounds obvious right? But sometimes I miss that life before kids]. I know it sounds crazy. I have always been the type of girl to consider her friends soulmates. And I still feel that way. Of course my closest soul sisters will always be in my life, and perhaps when they begin families of their own we might find new ways to connect. These seasons of life are bittersweet for me. Since my brother’s death in 1998, I find it hard to move on from seasons of life. I don’t like goodbyes, and change is hard for me to accept. Albeit, change is a great thing.

New seasons of life bring new people, new friendships, and fantastic new experiences. So new season of life are a GREAT thing. And I am SO grateful for that.

For now, I’d like to send my “old season” friends a little open letter.

To my “old season” friends: I love you each very dearly. We may not speak everyday anymore. I may not remember to answer your texts. I may not remember our lunch dates. But I promise to always remember you. I will always love you. But, right now, life is busy – extreme – hectic even. I am stumbling over myself to work full time, raise a child, maintain a household, try to find myself, and then when I get one minute of peace I treat myself to a bubble bath, a good book, or an ounce of sleep. After all of that, I might find the energy to write you back or check in. But don’t hold it against me if I can’t. It’s not you. It’s me. It’s this season of life. It will pass. I will miss these days, and I might even look back and regret missing a few things. But, this baby is only a baby for a little while. And I am going to miss that the most. So just know, I still love you. I still want to know what’s going on in your lives. Please reach out. Even if I don’t respond – keep trying. I promise I will get back to you eventually. And it isn’t because I don’t think you are important. I do. It is because I have this beautiful angel child looking up at me. It is because I owe him everything. It is because he deserves his mommy when he needs her. It is because I am giving him the best life I know how. And that means sacrificing my time in other ways. That means bringing him to our lunch dates, letting him learn to love you as much as I do, and making new memories together. I may not be as carefree as I once was. But deep down inside, I am still a good time. 🙂

Does anyone else feel this way? It can’t just be me. Leave your thoughts below! I’d love to know I’m not alone.



Taming your Toddler

Picture this.

You are at the crowded zoo and your child runs away from you. Like full-blown Erica Bougard sprint [Google my track star cousin – #shamelessplug]. She is weaving in and out of the crowd. She throws her jacket. And she even has time to look back at you and smirk. You are yelling her name as you also weave through the crowd, retrieve her jacket, and give the angry mommy snarl. Two women are “aww”-ing at how cute she is. NO, THIS IS NOT CUTE! Finally, you catch up to her, after what seems like forever [This probably only really took about 30 seconds]. You look her firmly in her eye and say, “No you, do not run away from mommy! You could get hurt!”  You explain to her that she can no longer leave her stroller. Mind you, this isn’t the first time she has done this escape trick.

So, my question to you is, how do you tame a toddler?

As my 22-month-old gets closer to the 2-year-old mark, the more I question my sanity. One minute she is the sweetest little girl you have seen, and then the next she is literally rolling on the floor crying, because I asked her to pick up her toy. Everyone says, “Oh just wait until she actually turns two!” Are you telling me this gets worse?! I can’t deal!

As much as I say I can’t deal, I really don’t have a choice. I’m no expert, and as a first-time mom I’m new to this [like everything else], but let me tell you what I have learned so far.

First, it’s important to be consistent. No matter how many times you have said, “No, we don’t throw our food.” Keep saying it. One day it will click and your child will listen [Sometimes].

With that being said, secondly, you have to learn to pick your battles. Sometimes we say “NO” and “STOP” so much we don’t know anything else to say. Praise your child when they do something good, but make them pick up their mess if they decide that throwing their peas on the ground is a good idea.

This brings me to my third point. Remember that you are the adult. Sometimes I find myself trying to reason with my child. I have learned that doesn’t work. You can’t give a paragraph long explanation to a 2-year-old. It just doesn’t work. They aren’t listening and most kids around this age can only focus long enough to understand short and simple commands.

Next, don’t overreact. I repeat DO NOT OVERREACT!  Try to remain calm but firm. I know it can be hard, but the important thing is to try not to get emotional. If you are yelling and your child is crying, you probably will end up with an emotional mess. Nothing will get accomplished, and you look like a crazy person.

Learning what triggers a tantrum or overwhelms your child is important as well. If my little one has missed her nap, it’s probably not a good idea to take her out shopping with friends. I know she probably will be overwhelmed and either cry, misbehave or some combination of the two.

Lastly, if repeated threats (Or reprimanding) doesn’t work – timeout, taking away toys or privileges, or for some spankings may be the next step.

Now, I can’t tell you how to discipline your child but you have to know what works best for your child and your situation. Timeout is most effective for my child. If she continues to act out after multiple warnings, we send her to time out. The rule of thumb is 1 minutes for each year of age. She usually hates it. Well, she ALWAYS hates it. I try to reserve time out for special circumstances. I still want it to have an impact. If I send her to timeout for every little thing she will eventually get used to being there. I also know my child has a love of Curious George. We try to limit T.V. time but everyone once and awhile I let her watch a little Curious George. However, if she misbehaves, there will be no “George”. So far, this is working well for us. Spanking is a whole other subject and I know the experts frown upon spanking. Once again, you have to find what works for you.

Ultimately, all we are trying to do is raise healthy, happy, and responsible people who provide a positive contribution to society. All I can do is pray that I am teaching my child what’s right.

So, tell me how you discipline your child and what methods you find work best.

Can’t wait to read your comments!

Love, Tamekia


Losing Yourself in Motherhood

Tamekia’s Thoughts

Who am I?

No really what happened to me?

So I had a baby. She is a wonderful, beautiful, and smart baby girl. I prayed for her. We prayed for this. So why am I so lost? It began as a blur. My water broke and our lives changed forever. Somewhere between sleep deprivation, breastfeeding, pumping (that’s a whole other story), and figuring out what the heck I’m doing – I lost who I thought I was.

Let me tell you the saga of motherhood is something you are never quite prepared for. Whether your child is planned or a delightful surprise. Whether you have read every book or are winging itEvery child is different. Every mother is different. As a first-time mom you are a new to this world and so is your little one. So, it’s easy to become consumed in everything baby. I remember when I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I had a miscarriage before and I was devastated. We tried again for over a year with no luck. We finally decided enough is enough. Let’s refocus. Then BAM, I was pregnant. We were both ecstatic. Everyone in both our families were happily expecting the arrival of our little Princess. I mean let’s be serious how can you not love the first grandbaby on both sides!

Once, everyone finds out you are pregnant that’s all they talk about. Once the little one arrives that’s all everyone talks about. As your little one grows that’s all YOU talk about.  She said her first word. She can stand on her own. She is walking. She is talking. Then you realize that when you talk to your friends all you guys talk about are your kids. You feel bad for going to work because you are a mother. You feel bad for wanting a minute to yourself because you are a mother. Date night? Go out? I can’t leave my child. I’m a mother. Mommy guilt is real guys! 

 Don’t get me wrong I love being a mom. My daughter is the best thing I have done in life but as she gets older I have realized that I need to make time for me. I can’t be the best mom if I don’t take care of myself. I think we all lose ourselves. Not just as mothers. Before I was a mom I struggled with keeping my identity outside of being a wife. Before that I struggled with keeping my identity outside of my career. Let’s not mention how we lose our minds as teenagers. (Oh, gosh! I’m so not ready to have a teenager.) 

So what do you do when you find yourself in the bowels of an identity crisis?

First, get to the root of the problem. In this case, you are probably tired. I mean I feel like I can never get enough rest, but sleep is important (Easier said than done I know). I had to learn to utilize my support system. I always felt like I’m her mom I can do everything, but you can’t do everything. Second, sometimes it helps to take a step back. When I have too much on my plate I try to take time for myself. Sometimes I can only take 20 minutes. Other times I go get a mani and pedi maybe make a day of it. (That one is far and few between). Lastly, give yourself a break. You are probably the best mom your kid has ever had! Well you are the only mother your kid has had so you are both learning together!

You are doing a great job!

Now tell me if you lost yourself in motherhood and how you are working to find yourself!

Annie’s Thoughts

I have completely lost myself.

There are days I look in the mirror [for maybe a split second in between feedings, play time, and naps] and I am not even sure who it is I see staring back at myself.

What happened to me? I had a baby – a beautiful, healthy, happy baby. [And I am so incredibly lucky for his health.]

So, where did my identity go?

Motherhood – it’s not for the feint of heart.

Somewhere between sleepless nights [I was not blessed with a through-the-night sleeper], pumping, feeding, and keeping this innocent human alive – I seem to have lost all sense of who I am outside of motherhood. So much of my focus is on this sweet person I have given life, and now the burden of sustaining it has begun. I say burden not because it is something I dislike, but instead because it is an intense sense of responsibility – responsibility that I cannot explain. The future of this small human rests in my hands. Now, that is a mind game! As you might imagine, his life has become my greatest priority. And in this revelation my focus has shifted off of my likes, hobbies, desires, and goals and on to the well being of my child. While this a completely normal part of motherhood, I can only wonder – at what point do I find myself again? And, when I do, who is she?

This isn’t the first time I have lost myself in life. Aside from tragedy in my youth [to be discussed at a later date] I found portions of myself missing after I got married. While I am happily married for 5 years [holy crap, when did that happen?] changing your role from single woman to wife can be quite the experience. Of course, this was easier to bounce back from as my husband is a grown man and can fend for himself if need be. The shift in focus in this scenario is much less than that of a new child. Over the first couple of years I found myself again and learned to embrace my new title as a wife.

So what is different about motherhood?

I believe there are so many aspects of child rearing that aid in the loss of self. But for now let’s cover my top three.

The first being: sleep deprivation. I have a 10 month old who still does not sleep through the night. This level of sleepy should be illegal. [Did I mention he has an upstairs nursery, and we have a downstairs master bedroom]. Nothing compares to a 2 A.M. stair crawl for a pacifier….. every night….. for 10 months. And let’s be honest a blog post on sleep deprivation could become it’s own beast, so I will save the rest for another time. Some days I am so tired I, very literally, do not know how I am going to function. [Who has the energy to keep a kid alive, clean a house, cook, work, and then have perfectly straightened, clean hair?! When was the last time I had a pedicure, or honestly, even shaved my legs?]

The second biggest hurdle I have encountered in my “who have I become?” journey is the dreaded and ever-so complicated: mom guilt. Of course I’d love to go to dinner with my husband alone, meet the girls for a night of dancing, or even stay after work to mingle with my co-workers, but just when I think I may grow some “mom-sticles” and actually do it – I back out. [Why? Don’t you want some time away from this crazy house, the constant whining from teething, the explosive diaper situations?] I back out because at the end of the day I want to be there for every bedtime routine. I want to make that bottle. I want to cuddle my little boy after his bath time. I want to put him in fresh jam-jams and stare at the monitor like a psychopath until he closes his eyes, and I can take a breath of fresh air for the first time all day – knowing I kept him alive for another 24 hours. So therein lies the issue. If I do go out, I constantly wonder what or how he is doing. If I stay home, I constantly wonder, what am I missing. Mom guilt – you suck.

Lastly, our lives are now completely, utterly [No pun intended] revolving around another human being – which if you didn’t already have the pleasure of this beginning in marriage [When your new life revolves around a whole other kid of child – the man child] this new human being LITERALLY relies on you for life sustaining interventions. The third culprit in the dynamic trio of identity stealers is lack of freedom. [Freedom – what’s that? Feels so familiar…] Remember those days of just throwing on some leggings, grabbing your purse, hopping in the car, swinging through starbucks, and going to target to just “look”? Might as well wave goodbye to those days, ladies. The new days involve packing all sorts of contraptions, “just in case” items, snacks, bottles, bags, and children into your car and praying you don’t have any obvious stains on your clothing. Getting things ready to go to Target is almost more exhausting than going itself. In other words, your schedule is no longer your own – which seems so obvious. But it is just so hard to adjust to this and still find time to care for yourself.

Thus bringing me to my next portion of the blog post: how do you find ourselves again?

Well that my friend is the million-dollar question for me right now. [Any ideas? Help?…Is this thing on? *tap tap*] I decided for my new years resolution I would focus on organizing my life. In many ways I feel this will cut the chaos and enable me to focus on other aspects of life.

Logically, let’s break it down. If the top three things holding me back from finding myself postpartum are sleep deprivation, mom guilt, and lack of freedom – what can I do to counteract these things? First – get some sleep. [Easier said than done right?] I have wonderful parents and parents-in-law who are willing to take my sweet angel overnight, so why not let myself take advantage from time to time! [Oh yes, that jerk, mom guilt…] As far as mom guilt is concerned, I have to remind myself that sometimes being a good mother means enjoying an hour or so away to recharge. Sometimes being away from the routine makes you truly appreciate the moments you spend with your little one(s). And lastly, just embrace the lack of freedom. One day these children will be out of the house and I will beg them to come home from Christmases. So for now, I will remind myself that these are the moments I will miss one day. These are the good times. We are living them. Let’s rejoice in that.

Leave a comment on your thoughts on identity loss, how to find yourself again, or what your favorite sleep deprivation story is down below! I can’t wait to read!


Two Moms who Blog

Here it is.

The first post.

A dream that has been dreamt for a long time is finally becoming a reality. Over the course of the last year, Tamekia and I [Annie] have discussed this blog [although we didn’t originally plan for it to be together] countless times. Texting back and forth about our ideas and subjects we would like to see in a blog – little did we know we would be led to write these posts into the universe ourselves. Yet; here we are – creating our first of [hopefully] many posts detailing the blessings, hardships, and questions of motherhood.

But, before we take a deep dive into the abyss that is child rearing, you might want a better perspective on who we are.

Get to know: Tamekia

Full time working, married, mother of one.

[Why is it so hard to describe yourself?]

Hobbies include: Natural hair enthusiast who enjoys trying different products on my kinky curly hair. I have also developed an interest in health and fitness although I’m still trying to figure out how to balance a workout routine with this busy life of mine. My most recent hobby is working to figure out who I am outside of my titles of wife, mother, and career woman.

Get to know: Annie

Full time working, married, mother of one.

[Seriously, like, how do you describe yourself without using your titles? – i.e. mom, wife, professional – more to come in the next post!]

Hobbies include: Recent organization addict, make up lover, skin care enthusiast [Just trying to keep those wrinkles at bay], writer, and lover of animals. [But honestly, how do you have hobbies with a child??]

How we met:

We were blessed to meet in graduate school while pursuing our masters degrees. Tamekia, as a new mother, was juggling working full time and school. Annie, as a soon to be mother, was doing the same. The bond was formed in an instant. The friendship became more of a sisterhood, with both women encouraging each other to achieve their dreams in school, career, and most importantly, motherhood.

Goals for this blog:

Overall, our goal for this blog is to present honest perspectives on motherhood, create a welcoming environment for others, and develop a sense of sisterhood amongst our readers. This is a safe place – a place where you can come to read, relax, and reassure yourself that you are NOT alone.

So make sure to come back often, leave your comments, share with friends – you might even pick up a few beauty tricks along the way.