Small sacrifices... BIG rewards!

This is not my first sacrifice and it will not be my last.

It started with 9 months of being pregnant.  You know the whole 9 MONTHS spiel really confuses me considering you are really pregnant 40 weeks, which is 10 months.  Maybe if they were honest about that less women would have unplanned pregnancies…. But that blog is for another day.

So first was the 10 months being pregnant.  Then it was labor, epidural free natural labor.  Then 12 months of nursing and pumping twice a day at work.  And here we are at almost 14 months and still nursing (not pumping anymore).  Don’t get me wrong I love it, most of it ;) but that’s a lot of time spent nursing when I could be doing other things.

Now Ryan and I are very lucky and have close family so date nights and a few nights/weekends off have happened.  BUT, one thing I really miss is girls’ weekend.  For years my group of girlfriends have taken turns getting married so lots of parties have happened, wedding showers, bachelorette parties and of course the wedding.  Now in my world of friends more are having babies than partying.  Which I wouldn’t trade for anything and we are already planning a  2014 trip, but I already know of  1 preggo and who knows if any of us will be on #2 when this so called girls trip happens and delays this trip.

So, back to my sacrifice.  Ronan was SUPER sick this week.  Fevers, not eating or drinking and was out of school for 4 days.  He was so sick he didn’t even play or act like himself. This was by far our worst sickness yet.   So, when a girls trip aka bachelorette party was scheduled for this weekend I thought for sure he would be better in time for me to go.  After all I had a great black skirt to wear.  But alas, no such luck.  I stayed home to care for my baby – although he was on the path to recovery I couldn’t risk not being there at night (especially since he is still nursing… ho hum).  So I backed out.  And if you know me and how much I like to party you know that was a tough call. 

So what does a girl do instead?  Drink a few glasses of wine and throw herself a pity party.  That’s right – 2 glasses of pinot later and having myself a little pity party.  That is until Ronan woke up and called for Mama.  Then I realized this was the right decision.

I knew becoming a Mom would change me in different ways forever.  I don’t think you ever know until you experience it and this is just one lesson in a life’s journey.

Different memories may come and go, but being a Mom is forever.  And I’d do it again in a heartbeat!