11 Sep 2008 09:49 PM

Warding off the Mommy Blues

After my first child, a handful of people asked me if I was feeling any Baby Blues. Thankfully, I was able to escape the hormonal imbalance that often affects new moms and merrily went about my new role of mother with zest and vigor. I quickly immersed myself into all things baby. As my son grew, my world consisted of classes, play dates and, of course, daily trips to the playground. My mornings were about pancakes shaped like dinosaurs, my vehicle only played Old MacDonald, nighttime had me reading Moo, Baa, La La La five times over, in wet clothes from the splashing that Nemo and Dora made in the bath.

As much as I enjoyed this new “lifestyle”, I didn’t realize how much the massive changes would affect me as a person.  Of course I had heard about the no sleep, dirty diapers, and teething from other moms.  Most of my friends who were parents had no trouble telling me what to expect, both good and bad. Many had said how hard it was, how rewarding it felt and that they wouldn’t change anything for the world, but few of them warned me of the loss of self, identity and autonomy that I was most certainly going to feel.

With my first baby now three and his little sister almost eleven months, I’ve come to determine that I sometimes feel the mommy blues. A small ache inside of me that that used to be filled by my career, my salary, my ability to do nothing on a Sunday. Not to mention my girly desire to wear an amazing, height-of-fashion, ridiculously-priced ensemble that is the farthest you can get from practical.

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