Motherhood: A Two-Month Review + Sleep Deprivation Thoughts
to godparent or not to godparent, babies are weird and other things...
two months in this gang. things are getting more manageable but…I still have thoughts.
there is nothing sweeter than my daughter looking me in my eyes, holding my finger and “talking.” it is thee absolute best thing in the world.
last time I sang the praises of the wipe warmer (things change in this world so fast—-more on that later) but honey, the Baby Brezza?! Shoutout to my sister for gifting us one off of our registry because that is saving us time which, essentially, is like saving our life right now. I proudly say that we have not hand-washed a bottle yet and it’s all because of Ms. Brezza! A baddie, truly.
8 weeks. there is something about making it to two months that has made my shoulders fall away from my ears. less anxious. more present. brain fog has lifted a bit and things feel manageable. long live the 8-week mark.
my husband and I took Indigo to a restaurant that we’d eat at a lot when we were dating in DC as her first non-doctor outing. a full-circle moment for the Phillips memory book that made my heart smile.
diaper rash. whew. chile. it’s one of the first times that i’ve truly felt helpless as a mother. our poor girl’s little tushy. she’s been such a trooper about it but it’s been a thorn in our side. hence, why we’ve abandoned our beloved wipe warmer—-y’all, we have to just rinse off that baby. no wipes. ya understand? it’s been a time. my friends laughed when I told them we’d been using a stroller fan to make sure she was completely dry before applying creams but like…we’ve done it all. so, we are finally at the old school cornstarch remedy. will report back…
I remember people saying that marriage and having children will make it clear which relationships are worth holding onto. and I thought that was a bit dramatic. I can’t say that marriage changed my viewpoint on friendships/relationships as much but the clarity that has come with motherhood is both terrifying and necessary. and, to be frank, it’s been heartbreaking in some instances. to have people you thought would be a lot more intentional, thoughtful and invested in your new chapter be all but absent is tough. to see, clearly, how you’ve let relationships be nonreciprocal over the years. and how what you thought would be the ideal time to be poured into by those you’ve…well…poured in to has done nothing but magnify how little they value you. it’s a two thumbs down experience.
do people have godparents these days? is that still a thing? i’ve been thinking about who would be Indigo’s godmother and what that entails. losing a parent while I was still a child put into perspective how important it is to have people be able to step up in your absence. I plan to be here to see Indigo live well into adulthood but what’s the deal? do your children have godparents out there? how did you choose them? I am lucky to have some amazing women in my life, can they all be her godmother?!
10/10 would recommend being pregnant at the same time as someone you’re close to. it’s been such a relief to have someone to talk to about all the changes that come with the presence of a newborn. I am lucky to have two friends who I walked with during pregnancy and who I have on my team in the trenches.
postpartum doula? do it. just…do it.
taking 100,000 pictures of your baby per day is such great way to see how quickly they grow and change. Indigo is a completely different baby than she was a month ago and I can’t wait to continue to compare every phase of her growth.
Overall motherhood rating thus far: 5/5 stars. deduction for the diabolical diaper rash. Final score: 4.5/5.
and now I present to you an array of random thoughts i’ve had while being deeply sleep deprived:
does my OB remember what the inside of my body looks like every time she sees me?!
my baby will never have a hot pickle in a bag that costs .25 cents. tragic.
You know who used to put that shit on? Dennis Rodman. Looks were served.
should I go to medical school? that could be cute.
I wonder if Al Gore has a little timer that is set for the end of the world that he started back when he was trying to tell everyone that we were killing the planet? ChatGPT probably enrages him. Just wasting water because you can’t write an email. lol. OMG I know he is incensed.
Dance, Blue Ivy!
A…war?!
I wonder what would happen if I DMed Solange and asked her to rank my best outfits on my IG so I can decide what my mom style is going to be…
why would babies not be able to hold their heads up?! God…? Now why was that necessary?
y’all teaching AI how to be Black?!?!?!?!?!
just for fun.
some oldies but goodies on my blog.
still got the right to be mad.
watching Jamie Foxx be honored at the BET Awards reminded me of our interview for his show Dad Stop Embarrassing Me.
i’m on threads talking like it’s just you and me.
if you're interested in hearing our little one explain the complexities of life as an 8-week old, here’s a cute video of her chatting:
I’m not a new mother, but a good friend of mine just became one. Reading your insights makes me want to ensure I’m being intentional about how I show up for my friend during this new chapter of her life.
On god parents, I chose my male and female best friend as my daughters god parents. Unfortunately, her god mother and i’s relationship has ended and I’ve decided to let her choose her god mother when she’s older. She has so many wonderful non-blood aunties in her life that she’s not lacking. Should I not be around, I know she’ll be well taken care of.