This past Sunday Mo hit eight months. He is sitting up like a pro, laughing at things that tickle his funny bone, gaining the first of his teeth and eating solids. He is still waking up pretty regularly around 3am or 4am each night to eat but then falls back asleep for us til about 8am right after a quick nurse in bed with me. At eight months we can likely drop this feeding but it seems like more work to get him off this cycle than just spend the few minutes going to his room to retrieve him and then get him in bed with us to nurse.
On the madre front things are really picking up at work. I am being thrown into some new work streams and enjoying the new challenges. But on the personal front one challenge has been consistent. Finding time to balance the things I want and need to be doing outside of work. Especially my duties as a madre. I cannot help myself but feel a little guilty that I do not participate regularly in the drop offs and pick ups of Mo before and after work. Mike more often than not takes care of this for us and I am making a conscious decision to try and fit everything in as best I can. But aside from work, my commute and my desire to take care of my mind/body/soul alà running and burncyle there has yet been a day in the past two months where I could do it all and be the one to to the drop off/ pick up of Mo.
Fortunately Mike does a great job at handling this on the day to day. Since he works from home he can wait for Mo to wake up and then spend some time with him before escorting him up to my mom’s house for daycare. But like I said I want to be able to do this too. And on the days I do get to it is most often for a pick up after work and I do not get up to her house until 6:30 or 7pm so then I feel like I am taking advantage of her kindness.
So now, after four months back at work, I have only just begun to think about waking up earlier & getting a kickstart to the day (so adult of me), so that I can take advantage of more hours. With the primary focus on working out- I have been taking Mo for a run in the morning up to my mom’s house to take care of the drop off and the workout at the same time. Or on some days waking earlier to get a little work done at home so that I can then do the drop off without rushing immediately into the office.
Last week for example I had a few meetings fall off my calendar so my day in the office could potentially start at 9:30AM versus 8AM. I was looking forward to having some extra time with Mike and Mo in the morning and take care of the morning drop off. But as I was going to bed I remembered that I had booked a 6:30AM spin class. I weighed the options and decided that the spin class was going to be my priority. I felt a tad of guilt as I left the house that morning. But of course, as soon as I got on the bike I was so proud of myself for being there. And fortunately that morning Jessi, the spin instructor, said something in class that resonated with me. She was motivating us during one of the more challenging parts of the class and told us that ‘self care is self respect’. She applauded us for making the time for this class and taking care of our minds and bodies. Having her say that in class that morning truly struck a chord with me. What she said was so good to hear and turned my attitude about the class and about taking the time to workout, for myself, from a place of guilt to a place of appreciation.
I carried that appreciation throughout the day. And now, a week later, still use it to remind myself that I do not have to do it all. And how fortunate I am to have a partner, and family too, that let me take that time. Mike loves our little boy so much that I remind myself, the stuff that I interpret as a ‘burden’ or ‘work’ is what we both signed up for and is as much his job as it is mine. It is amazing seeing him winning in the ‘better parent’ category and actually a fun, and healthy, competition for us both to have.
So to my husband. I know you don’t read this blog because you think I am a major nerd for even having it. But thank you for everything. TQM.
A couple months back I asked my friend Christine if she would do a guest post for me. She is a photographer and as you can imagine snaps a lot of photos of her young boys. I suggested maybe she put together some photo tips. Well, she over delivered and sent me the five elements of her photography mantra.
I wanted to come up with a fun way to share her thoughts so I decided to turn her photography mantra into five different posts that will become a bit of a photo challenge over the next five weeks, kicking off on next Monday, August 31st. Each Monday we will unpack one of Christine’s elements and provide a challenge for you to capture your little one within the context of her mantras. I would love for you to join us. We will be using #madrefotoproject to collect and share the photos. Please tag a friend who you think would like to participate with the hashtag. Throughout the challenge I am planning to select some favorites to be featured on the blog and on my @makinglamadre instagram.
Mike makes the joke that we were married in a pre Tinder era, which is true. Tinder did not come into our consciousness until maybe six months after we were married. But we have had fun playing with our friends accounts and are both quite impressed with the concept. Now that I think of it we dated in a mostly pre instagram era as well. The summer months spent in Europe while dating and in our early/mid twenties were not documented on instagram or snapchat so it is kind of like they didn’t exist.
Working in the women’s industry I am always exploring content created and focused on female consumers. During my morning reads this morning I discovered an article about Tinder’s ad for their ‘Tinder Plus’ service and was in love the story and approach. It is a very fun and aspirational approach to their service. I do not know anyone who uses Tinder with this much success but maybe thats just cause I don’t know anyone using the service in Europe.
Take a look. Maybe this in the least can inspire a spontaneous date night or weekend adventure.
Hatch has been all up in my inbox this week, and it is only Monday. I have no plans to be pregnant soon or if you asked me today, no plans to ever be again, more on that later. But I am still swooning over their pieces. I love, love, love them all. A little spendier than I wish but such good stuff. I wrote about my love for their striped bateau dress here.
So for those of you in NYC who are expecting, plan to be expecting, recently given birth or just love flowy beautiful pieces check out this sample sale TOMORROW, 80% off is definitely a steal for these goodies. They are also having a 40% off sale on their summer items on their site now.
Elle magazine’s latest covergirl Keira Knightley has opened up about her evolution into a madre and spoke specifically about body image.
“I have to say, as a woman, you hate certain parts of your body. You go through those periods where you look in the mirror and you think, ‘Oh, if only I had different legs or arms or whatever.’ You go through pregnancy and labor and then feeding the kid and you go, ‘Wow, my body is totally amazing, and I’m never going to not like it again, because it did this, and this is f—ing extraordinary.”
I am sure lots of madres out there can relate. I for one have never really given much thought to my breasts prior to becoming a madre. They are just a part of me. Never getting much attention as I am not much of a cleavage shower and am never causing much distraction since they are on the small to medium size. Since giving birth I can honestly say that I have never touched, seen or cared about my breasts more. And its not just the boobs I have a new appreciation for. I feel more comfortable in my own skin and I think that just comes with the growing up that comes from becoming responsible for a new life.
First off I feel like I have seen this hashtag used over multiple weeks so far during my short stint as a madre. So I am not sure if we are even in the ‘real’ World Breastfeeding Week. Nonetheless I was inspired to post an image from the weekend due to the hashtag, and also thought it would make sense to re-share my ‘ode to breastfeeding‘ post from March. I wrote this post to shed some light on the good and bad experiences I had as a new madre. Some madres out there are real scary when it comes to breastfeeding. They treat it with the tenacity and passion that some reserve only for their favorite sports franchise or presidential candidate. It can get kind of ugly and it can get just a bit too much as these women gush over their babies and boobs when you have chosen to go a different route or mother nature has decided you go a different route.
Short story, the hard times at the beginning have made me appreciate the act of breastfeeding and what I am able to produce for my guy. We supplement with formula daily as I can’t keep up with his appetite. I am now onto a whole other saga as I returned last week from my work trip to a much lower supply than when I left. I encourage you to go check out my post from March, link above, and would love to hear about your own struggles, epiphanies and stories.
ps doesn’t his head look huge in this pic!
I was in Mexico City all of last week for a team building session that brought the majority of the folks across the globe that work on our women’s business together. I began writing this on the flight home as I was filled with such pride and joy. One reason being because we got to spend time in one of my favorite cities, as a lady with Mexican roots it was really special to experience the city with a group of my peers, many who had not visited before, and watch as they all fell in love with the city & culture.
Most of all though I was surrounded by great people. All of whom either presented in our meeting space, or shared in conversation during meals and cultural experiences, inspiring presentations and thoughtful insights. All reminding me of the impact and opportunity we have as a brand and in our jobs. I know how fortunate I am to be working for the company I work for and that I count my coworkers as some of my best friends. My whole career has existed here. Fresh out of school, after a little jaunt living/working in Mexico, I started and since day one have known how fortunate I am to work here.
I was surrounded by the women, and a few good men, that I work closely with. People with such passion and ambition, optimism and excitement that is contagious. My pride in being a working mother was also highlighted. I love the duality I have as a working madre. Not that I am two different people or bipolar. But that I get to have more than one fulfilling thing in my life. I love my family, my friends, and I love my work. I love the lifestyle that I have chosen and the one that, to be honest, has been afforded to me by my work. I truly cannot imagine being happier, that is a lot to say (and swallow) and I pray not an invitation to immediate depression. But I felt such a sense of self, appreciation, power and authority for my life last week.
Enough of the gushing, I am on a major high right now and had to share.