mommy.

Posted on | July 13, 2010 | 26 Comments

one would think carrying around a baby in ones uterus, birthing said baby (with help from a little friend called mr. epi) and then raising said baby for a fairly good amount of time would make one feel like a mom. that one wouldn’t be surprised anymore when they catch a glimpse of themselves carrying a small child in their arms in a passing window. that cleaning every imaginable fluid from every imaginable place on your body/their body/parts of your home for the past say, 20 months of your life, would make you feel like a MOM.

not me.

sure i knew i was a mom (i’m not an idiot), i do mom stuff all day (literally). i knew i was a mom the second i saw the 2 pink lines (or shall we say 6 – you can’t just take one test – it’s a physical impossibility). i knew i was a mom as i carried Harper, felt her kick and then keep kicking…and kicking…until i thought she was going to chuck norris right out of my belly button. i knew i was a mom when my doctor (who’s uncanny resemblance to dr. drew WAS SERIOUSLY A PROBLEM FOR ME, because SA-WOON) laid her on my chest looking at me to be the person who takes care of her and helps her be all person-like from now until she decides she hates me.

but you guys? i never felt like a mom until she started calling me Mommy.

for a while there, i thought it would never happen. as a baby, she never really did the whole “mama” thing, and i felt super sad when i’d read that other babies were calling their mamas by name. i told myself it would happen someday, but it still stung. she learned early on who daddy was and how to say it (i know most kids learn that first, so again i told myself to be patient). i would sit and smile when Scot came through the door and H ran to him screaming a perfect “DA-DEE!”. even when i would point to myself and ask “who am i?” she would reply “daddy. baby. ruff ruff.”. i was starting to get so upset that i almost blogged about how even though i raise this child all day long, play with her, FEED HER, change her diaper, sing her songs and pretty much keep her alive in all ways – she had no clue who i was.

(i can be dramatic, no?)

the past few months, she has called me daddy, GG (my mom), and bobbi (scot’s mom). it was a mix of happiness that she knew who the other important people in her life were, and giving me a complex about my importance in her life. she can say over 75 words but not know who wipes her buttcheeks and loves her to the moon and back like at least, six hundred and twelve times? i had a sad.

but now? she finally has it. MOMMY. she YELLS it when i walk into a room and i can honestly say there has never been a sweeter sound in my ear. it took 10 month of pregnancy, 20 months of sleepless nights, spit up, rocking, crying, snuggles, a few fevers, skinned knees, bathtimes, kisses, blow outs, tantrums, packing of old baby clothes and dancing like a maniac to make a tiny human giggle, but finally i feel it.

i’m a mom.

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