Four weeks before my due date I found myself panicking about becoming a mother. I was feeling woefully under qualified so to cheer myself up one morning I decided to settle in for a Teen Mom marathon on Netflix. (Keep in mind I was on bed rest and miserable at this point). No matter how scared I was about becoming a mama, at least I was going to be a better mom than them, right? I wasn’t going to beat Andrea in the mom department but by golly I was going to beat someone (at what point do I worry about my competitiveness?).
Yesterday, I was really picking on myself. It went something like this:
• Pregnancy: Epic Fail.
• Career: On hold.
• Labor: 12 hours of labor before a c-section – Fail.
• Newborn: Success. He was pretty perfect for 3 months.
• Breastfeeding: Whew – a lot harder than people think. I only made it 4 months. Fail.
• Sleep Training: Fail. Stupid acid reflux.
You get the picture. In the last week, we are finally seeing some progress with little man’s flux but now we are getting into teething territory and both of us caught a stomach virus this weekend (it's too soon to talk about the 48 hours of misery the Hurt household dealt with). So to cheer myself up, I decided to watch an episode of Teen Mom. I literally laughed out loud. I’ve been married for nearly five years, have a master’s degree, own a house and a car, and have a loving family. Of course I’m in a better situation than the Teen Mom’s. Of course I should be a better mom than them. It’s like asking a woman to hit from the men’s tees, but still. A win is a win. It’s ridiculous what will make me feel better.
(30 year old) Teen Mom