Super Mom
When I hear the term “Super Mom”, I don’t think of myself. I have only been a mom for a little over a year now and I definitely have my moments where I doubt myself to the point where I feel anything other then a mediocre mom. Then every once in a while Carter will give me that smile and I feel like I’m doing things right. You know what I’m talking about, right?
I’m behind a month when it comes to mothering him. The whole month I was in the NICU with him, I was more of a tourist then I was a mom. I was told when I could hold him, I was told IF I could even change him or bathe him. I was more like a viewer and the nurses were his mothers. It was tough, really genuinely tough. There were days where I wasn’t allowed to lay a finger on him – those days went by the slowest. They were also the most painful.
Maybe I’m a Super Mom in my own right. It took a look of strength and positivity to make it through that stressful month. I was such a wreck that my body was even turning on me, there was a night where my husband rushed me to the ER because we were certain there was something really wrong. I lost my vision, fell down and I was having pain in my chest (all after a few days of having my son). Turns out I had anxiety. So much anxiety, in fact, that even a month or two after Carter was home I still experienced it. There were times I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t swallow. My throat felt like there was always something blocking my airway. My Doctor said even though I knew Carter was fine and safe at home that my body felt the trauma from the month before so physically, it simply could not catch up and get over it as quickly as my mind had.
Only a Mother would ever experience something like that.
We have had Carter home for one year and nineteen days now, he’s almost fourteen months old. In that short time together I have never saved his life, offered life changing advice or even hear him tell me that he loves me yet. What I have done is love him. I have loved him and I have held him, kissed away tears and wiped my own desperate tears away in challenging moments. I’m a mom, it’s what mom’s do. I don’t think there is a proper definition of “Super Mom”, I believe each and every mom has her own way of going about being a mom in a super way.
What’s your SuperMom moment? I want to hear your story.
What a beautiful and powerful story. My sister had to go through the same thing with three of her pregnancies.IT is so hard to not be able to be the mom right from the start. You truly are a super mom. Those are challenges that you have to be super to handle!
My NICU experience sounds like yours. So hard just standing back feeling that disconnect.
I know. It was difficult. I don’t know what I will do if I have another and get sent home in a day. It will be my first time being thrown out there.
i got sick many times too worrying about everything I needed to do as well after having babies so I understand how you must have felt
I’m a worry wart, I get it from my mom.
I believe that every mom is a Super Mom. No matter what we are faced with, we try to make the best choices for our children. We all have days were we feel mediocre, or worse. But, we can all take comfort in knowing that to our children, we are Super Mom.
Amen!
It’s true the real super mom moments are just the regular every day normal stuff.
I agree 🙂
I love your photos, adorable! I have 5 kids aged 2- to 7-years old, but that doesn’t make me a supermom. I’m a supermom because my 4-year old will only play “cars” with me, and none of his brothers or sister. I think that makes me super.
I love that 🙂