I’m a mom now… I can hardly believe it. Amongst being a mother I am so many other things and so many other flavors make me who I am. This last year has been so busy. I am a wife and a physician now, both of which can be expanded with many descriptive adjectives. I am accomplishing things that seemed so far away and now I am back to the drawing board with figuring out exactly who I am and what makes me happy.
I gave birth to my darling daughter on July 19th, 2016 approximately 6 days after my own birth day. She was growing insider of my tummy for 40 weeks. Those 40 weeks were full of uncertainty, joys, anger, despair, hope… but everything came together when I saw her face. I mean, really saw her face. Immediately after the fact I was in shock, looking at her wet, pasty and pink body, I still couldn’t comprehend what feat I had overcome. It wasn’t until the next day when I saw her through that Plexiglas bassinet donning the cliché pink and blue hospital beanie, she was looking at me with her big eyes, taking in the world. After we had dismissed our overzealous family for some peace and quiet, me and my husband sat there. He was a bit more removed than I, overwhelmed I guess, but we were there as a family unit, with this brand new baby girl and her brand new baby smell. I stuffed a bag of maxi pads in my tote and bent over to pull my corset over my strange looking jelly-like belly and plopped back into the bed. Wait! I didn’t know what to expect but I did not I wanted to start this journey without my usual breakfast sausage and egg biscuit so I unplugged my IV and snuck past the nurses station to the cafeteria where I had been so many times before and was familiar with the staff and menu. I was on the other side of the treatment plan this time and played the non-compliant patient who could care less about diet orders and timed medications. I was ready to break out with my new baby and this was how I displayed my independence and confidence in the fact that I was healthy and ready to go.
Three days later I had my first mini-breakdown. I say first because I’m sure there will be more to come, I mean this enthusiastically. She wasn’t latching well and my nipples were killing me, there were too many people in my house giving me advice slash telling me what to do, and my husband was acting weird (or so I thought). I had already called my pediatrician with an infantile seizure scare and was now wondering if I broke out the breast pump a little too early because my breasts looked like boulders. Google search had become my best friend, but it was more like a fr-enemy, whispering small evils into my mind and keeping me in a state of panic. I woke up the next morning, washed my worn-out face and stared in the mirror. I smiled at myself. Woah, I was a mom. What kind of mom was I going to be? I was only 3.5 days in so it wasn’t to early to choose something. I would pick something in my mind, that no one could argue with unless they had mind-reading powers or something, and I would forge forward with this new lease on life. Who doesn’t love a new beginning? Blending my West African culture and Southern American lifestyle would be tough, but I was going to make it fun and take others on my journey because… well that’s what I had decided I would do!
I am a Young West African Mom… a Young Igbo Mom… a Young American Mom… a Young Physician Mom… a Young Fit Mom… a Young Runner Mom… a Young Hard-working Mom… a Young Christian Mom… a Young DST mom… a Young… the list can go on, you can see I’m getting bored. YWAM stuck and we are going to go with it. Welcome to my BLOG, lets learn and share together.
From pregnancy to childbirth to healthy lifestyle and weight loss to cooking, I am going to narrate my life on this blog and share my up, downs, victories and shortcoming. Review products that I would by again or burn the store down for. I’ll even do a little teaching, because hey we all learn a little something-something along the way!