Being a mom is hard work. It’s the best work, I have been in
a little mommy bubble for the past month, not wanting for anyone or anything to
disrupt this newness of my little guy and the whole newborn phase. Yes, sleep
deprivation was expected but I have found that the real exhaustion comes from
my straight up worry for everything this child does, the wonder if I am doing
everything right, am I a good mother?
Menjadi seorang ibu adalah kerja keras. Belakangan ini saya
sedang berada dalam fase yang ga jelas. Pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang seringkali
muncul di benak saya. Apakah saya ibu yang baik? Apakah yang saya lakukan sudah
benar?
Every cough, wheeze, gurgle, I am turning to google way too
many times a day to see what the possible ailment could be. “Newborn gurgling
sound in throat”, “why is my newborn’s skin peeling?”, “newborn making strange
noises”. (These are real google searches from yours truly). I have yet to find
solid answers. Most conclude I need to contact my pediatrician immediately, or
just go straight to the E.R. (Those people answering questions on google are
real doomsdayers, sheesh!) No help there. I am assuming this
overprotective/overlycautiousness will diminish as time passes. Or I sure hope
it will. It’s driving me insane, I can’t stop.
Setiap batuk, gejala yang timbul pada diri Raphael selalu
saya Google. Beruntungnya ya hidup di zaman modern ini, semuanya ada di
internet. Kalau ga, saya selalu langsung Tanya dokter anak langganan saya, “ini
kenapa ya?” “itu kenapa ya?”
I am also in the middle of some sort of inner struggle,
doing my darnedest to look like a mom, but not TOTALLY like a mom. This is
silly, I know. But it’s bugging me! I am convinced that when I am pushing a
stroller through the outdoor shopping center, people assume I am the next to
appear on mtv’s teen mom. My friend recently told me I look like the nanny, not
a parent. I’m okay with that. To an extent. Part of this image may come from
the backpack I wear as a diaper bag. Just an observation. But this new complex
I have with myself has really played with my psyche. I spent way too much time
the other day in shopping mall debating whether or not to buy a homies t-shirt
and blue nail polish. I mean, before this was a total no brainier. Buy both
because they’re awesome. But now I’m a mom! Do moms wear that stuff?! Not
really. I went with the t-shirt. Skipped out on the nail polish. (Now
regretting not buying the nail polish).
Saya juga sedang berada pada fase “penampilan seorang ibu”,
iya kedengarannya konyol, tetapi saya sering bingung bagaimana ya sebaiknya
supaya keliatan seperti seorang ibu namun bukan ibu-ibu, HAHAHAHA aneh sendiri.
Contohnya sekarang saya pakai tas ransel, sebagai tempat bawaan barang-barang
bayi, bukan tas bayi. Jujur saya merasa lebih nyaman dengan tas ransel tersebut
ketimbang bawa tas-tas bayi, rasanya ribet buat saya.
I guess what I’m getting at is this whole other side of the
mom transformation. The baby stuff; nursing, holding, loving, caring,
nurturing… This has all come pretty natural. I feel like this little man has
been in my life forever. But there are other (less important) things that are
putting my little self into a stupor.
My life has been flipped upside down and sideways, and it is
absolutely wonderful. I have really loved every moment. He is the best thing to
ever happen to me. But someone answer me: why do I feel the need to change
EVERYTHING about myself to play the part as parent?! (Including nail color).
It’s madness, really. The little man and I wish you a happy Monday! Enjoy.
Hidup saya terombang-ambing saat ini dengan “perubahan sebagai
seorang ibu”. Saya suka menjadi seorang ibu, Raphael Oliver benar-benar sebuah
keajaiban, akan tetapi haruskah saya mengubah segala sesuatu tentang diri saya
karena peran sebagai orang tua?
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