Hi there. I’m writing this in my dining room with my first cup of coffee (the most important meal of a mom’s day!) on one side of my laptop and my son’s video monitor on the other (so my background noise is the classic muzak on his white noise machine). Welcome to my first blog post. This website is where I showcase my writing, editing and social media work, but I’m going to be blogging here weekly as well.
I should have enough to do. I’m a work-at-home mom, which means that in addition to taking care of my 9-month-old son, I also take on projects from clients. I’m a freelance writer and editor, but I’ve mostly been doing social media consulting work like creating social media strategies for brands and public figures, writing content for them, and sometimes even handling their community management. I love working from home and being around for all of my son’s milestones. Because his grandparents live close by, they watch him a few days per week so I try to cram as much work as I can into those days. Of course my work bleeds into other days, especially with social media where timeliness wins the day and posts need to be crafted on the fly or complaints on Facebook pages need to be addressed immediately. Between working, caring for a baby, and all of the housework I’ve been neglecting, it seems silly that I want to be blogging and add another thing to my to-do list, but I really do want to.
When I was an editor at Weight Watchers Magazine, a part of my job was to blog for the editors’ shared blog. At first, the idea of what to write each week loomed large and it was just another task on my already-full work plate, but once I started, I began to love it. I was able to share bits of my life, experiences and what I’d learned with the public, which was so rewarding. I often blogged about my weight and what I did to maintain my 30+ pound weight loss, as well as my training for an Ironman triathlon.
Now the main reason I want to blog is to capture moments in my life right now (plus what I’m learning, confused by, etc) and share them with others. I’ve been a mom for nine months already and it’s going so quickly. I started writing a kick-off blog post when he was four months old, I never did anything with it and five more months went by. There are so many little moments and insights that I want to capture—for me, for my son, Rider, and if someone reading these gets something out of it, I’d be thrilled.
The other reason I want to blog is to get back to writing regularly. A number of years ago, I was on a roll publishing personal essays in major newspapers and magazines. Once I got an editor position (of which I’ve had multiple over eight years now) I had no time for writing for pleasure. I still don’t have much time on my hands but I don’t have a 9 to 5 in an office anymore, so if I can make the time after Rider’s bedtime or before he wakes up, like I am now, and keep it up for a while I think I can get back to this writing-about-my-life thing.
Here are a few of the moments that I’m afraid I’ll forget if I don’t record them. Here they are for Rider to read one day:
When I first met Rider, my first though was that with his round, squished-up
face and white-blond hair, I thought he looked like Pope John Paul II!
- The first time I saw him smile. I was breastfeeding him in the hospital on day 2 or 3 and as I was watching him suck, his little lips curled into a smile. I was warned that babies don’t smile until closer to two or three months, so I was stunned to see it. I now know those early grins are considered to be “reflexes,” but I’m still so happy I witnessed it. I remember turning my head all around because I wanted to show someone, but it was just the two of us. It was the first little moment that we shared.
- How changing his diaper was a two-person job for a solid five days or so until my husband, RJ, and I worked up enough confidence to each do it on our own.
- How he reminded me of a tiny, ravenous squirrel before I’d breastfeed him.
- We told a nurse we didn’t want Rider to have a pacifier for fear it would prevent him from breastfeeding properly. Within a few hours we had relented and asked her to take away the cardboard “no pacifier” sign in his bassinet. RJ and I quickly learned that we’d be making compromises and things wouldn’t always be how we envisioned them.
- That my dad was the first person to hold Rider after me and RJ. I was so overwhelmed that if my dad didn’t ask RJ to take a pic of himself with Rider, I probably wouldn’t have thought to have him take the one of us at the top of this page.
Coming home to balloons and an “It’s a Boy!” sign that my mom put out on our front porch. (I’ll write about this another time, but this
apartment we brought Rider home too, is the same one my brother and I came home to as babies.)
That all of the clothes we had for him were WAY too big because we were
expecting a ten-pound butterball instead of a 7-lb peanut.
The morning after we came home from the hospital. RJ and I made coffee and ate
our breakfast while Rider slept in his 4 Moms bouncer next to us. We watched The Happiest Baby on the Block DVD and I thought "this isn’t so hard." How quickly I had forgotten that
we had been up EVERY hour during the night.
- How excited my family was for Rider’s arrival. We had a pizza party in my hospital room after I was induced (and before the contractions got real) when my brother and dad stopped by after work with a pie. And when I woke up in the morning after a hearty epidural and the doctor said I was ready to push, RJ was giving our whole family a play-by-play via text—until I told him to put the phone down because he was going to miss it. Twelve pushes later we met our little boy
I’ll be posting here every so often (still figuring out a schedule). Hope to see you back here!
What are some things you want to remember about a special time in your life?