My first Mother’s Day


I look tired, but I love this picture of my baby and me. 🙂

Brett, Oliver and I celebrated my first Mother’s Day this weekend. It was simple, low-key and exactly what I wanted. And Brett had the weekend off, which made it even better!

When I got off work Friday, Brett had two cards and my favorite chocolate (Lindt truffles) waiting for me. It was super cute, and his card explained that he set up an appointment for me the following day to get a manicure and pedicure. I was super excited about that! I had been wanting to get a pedicure for a while, but just hadn’t found the time or reason to go.

Brett hadn’t had the best day, and I got off work later than I had planned, so we ended up grabbing Qdoba for supper. I was hoping we could get Oliver to bed early enough that Brett and I could watch a movie together, but my plans didn’t pan out. Oliver has been doing really well at getting to bed for the night around 8 or 8:30. We gave him a bath and got him ready for bed, but the little man wasn’t ready for sleep apparently. By the time we got him to sleep around 9:15, Brett and I were both ready to call it a night. I attempted to stay up for a bit to read, but ended up conking out pretty quickly.

I slept until 7:45 on Saturday (my husband is awesome and wakes up with the little guy when he is home). Brett grabbed us coffee, and we hung out at home before I left for my mani and pedi. I was weirdly nervous for my appointment. I usually go with a friend or family member, so I felt a little awkward by myself. I did feel a little awkward, but it was nice to have some relaxing time away and walk out with pretty hands and feet. 🙂


My pretty manicure! 

On my way home, I grabbed us more coffee (a much-needed part of life nowadays) and we prepared for a trip to the mall and Target. Normally, it doesn’t take too long to get out of the house if we time it right. Once again, our plans didn’t quite work out. Oliver had just fallen asleep when I got home, so we waited for him to wake up. After a nap, a diaper change, a bottle and another diaper change, we were ready to go! An hour after we had hoped. Oh well!

During our excursion, Oliver fell asleep in the car and slept the whole time we were out! I love having him out and about so he can see new sights, but it was also nice to stroll through the mall and Target without worrying about him getting fussy or hungry. We grabbed Jimmy John’s for supper and made it home just as Ollie woke up from his long nap. We settled in to watch one of my favorite shows, “Outlander.” After the show, we got Oliver to bed and we went the same direction. The exciting life of new parents. 🙂

Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I got to sleep in! Until 9 a.m.! I haven’t had the chance to sleep in that late for a while. It was glorious. When I woke up, Brett ran and grabbed us coffee and breakfast. Oliver took a long night, so Brett and I lounged, had lunch together and watched Netflix. After a very rainy past few days, the sun finally came out in the afternoon. I got outside to pull some weeds, and we bundled up Ollie and went for a short walk.

Brett offered to make me whatever I wanted for supper, and the only thing that sounded good was tacos. I’m easy to please. 😉 Ollie snoozed on Brett while we watched “Game of Thrones,” and then we were all off to bed early!


Too cute! 

As a mom of a new baby, I have come to realize that nothing really goes according to your plan. As hard as we try to make it work and get out of the house in a timely fashion, a hungry baby with a poopy diaper always needs to be taken care of first. I do miss the days of just dropping everything and being able to get out the door, but these days of Oliver being little are so fleeting. I would much rather just hang out at home listening to his adorable babbling, spending time cuddling him and getting some time to just hang out with my husband. It’s all I really need. 🙂


Waiting for something great

I have always wanted to be a mom, but as I grew up, I was OK with waiting for this point of my life to come. My husband was ready to have kids the moment we got married, but I wasn’t on that boat yet. I wanted it to be just me and him for a while. Plus, I wasn’t completely naive. I knew having a baby is wonderful and fulfilling, but is also a huge challenge – a challenge I was waiting to put on the back burner for a while. I wanted to travel together, go on spontaneous weekend adventures, sleep in until 11 a.m., stay up late, adopt pets and spoil them rotten, and just be young newlyweds for a while. And we did just that.

kansas city

Brett and I on a weekend adventure in Kansas City not long after we were married.  

I wasn’t sure when the urge to have a baby would happen. But it did. After a trip to the Outer Banks with my parents and my sister’s little family in the fall of 2014, I was ready for Brett and I to take that leap into parenthood. I was mistaken for my niece’s mom while walking on the beach with her, and I felt no desire to correct that person. If anything, it made my heart swell and made me want to be someone’s mom. I was ready to stop waiting and to begin the next chapter of our lives as parents.


This cutie pie brought out my baby fever! 

But at this time last year, I wasn’t quite sure I would ever get to celebrate Mother’s Day as a mom. I’m not a person who has a lot of patience. When I want something, I will do whatever it takes to make it happen. When things weren’t moving along the way I had hoped, I was told by my doctor to wait. Even though I was more than ready, my body was a few steps behind. I had to wait and hopefully it would catch up. That left me frustrated. And mad. And pretty darn sad.

About a month after Mother’s Day, my doctor decided I had waited long enough and had me do some blood tests. Soon after, she told me I had polycystic ovarian syndrome. While being diagnosed with PCOS was scary, I finally felt at peace. There was a name for it, and we had a plan of action. I didn’t know what to expect, but I heard promising stories from several women I know that had happy endings. So maybe it would take us a little longer; that just meant more time for Brett and I to enjoy time as just us. At least that’s how I was trying to look at it. I still had many moments of anger, fear, worry and sadness, and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I worried that I would never know what it’s like to be a mom, or worst of all, my husband, who so desired to be a dad, would never get that experience. I know that no matter what, he would always love me and I could never let him down. Yet, I prayed that one day I would see this man become a father. He deserved that more than anyone I know. More waiting would be involved, but we knew it would be worth it. We began our journey to what we would hope be a happy outcome. Little did we know, that outcome would be here sooner than we expected. The exact same month I began taking medicine to help us start a family, Brett and I found out we were expecting a baby. In February 2016, the wait – that wasn’t so long after all – was over. Brett and I became parents to our precious baby boy.


I can’t get enough of this boy! 

As I look into his beautiful face every morning, I know I was meant to wait for him. As I see my husband transform into this tender, caring, teddy bear of a father, I know he was meant to be this particular boy’s dad. I know I didn’t have to wait long, but I’m thankful now for that period of waiting. Sure, at the time it was frustrating and annoying and crappy, but without it, I wouldn’t have Oliver. I would wait a million lifetimes to have the chance to be this boy’s mom.