Maybe I’m a Lazy Mom…

I only have one child.

I’m only going to have one child.

And that’s probably a good thing. As it turns out, I might be a lazy mom.

I’ve been told multiple times that I might change my mind and want a sibling for my daughter. Like Hey kiddo,  I know you wanted a kitten but here’s a baby sister instead. It’s not going to happen. I’d rather get her the kitten because at least I can train it to shit in a box. 

I like kids. I don’t want more than one though. Besides the minor complications of my birthing experience  (my placenta was growing into the lining of my Uterus. It’s not supposed to do that),  I also didn’t revel in the joy of being pregnant. I don’t want to do it again.  

I also have an under active thyroid, so my energy can be limited beyond the point of inject iced coffee directly into my veins. There are days I have to force myself off the couch. I force myself, some days, to get on the floor and be the best mommy I can be. Some days I rock it like I really AM the best mommy ever! Chasing around my now rolls-to-get-where-she-wants daughter is entertaining and tiring. The idea of chasing her around while pregnant, or chasing multiple children around, sounds devastatingly exhausting. No. Just no. So maybe I’m a Lazy Mom? 

I like to think I’m OK at this whole mom thing. My friends and family seem to agree.  Then I get online and those thoughts of feeling lazy are confirmed by Internet moms everywhere. Because of course, whatever you’re doing as a mother is wrong…according to Internet sanctimommies. 


For example:

I feed my kid baby food. From a jar. I so do not have the motivation to boil chicken and puree broccoli.  I live in Canada so I know we have pretty strict food laws and such, so I know they wouldn’t allow wonky ingredients in what’s on the shelf. When  I read the ingredients list I never buy anything for my kid that I can’t pronounce. It’s just pureed food, and someone else did the work for me. Win win. 

I formula feed my baby. Amazing science milk for the win. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the benefits of breastfeeding. I tried. I tried for 4 days while I recovered in the hospital. After several meltdowns, bruised and bloody nipples, several super awkward moments of nurses manhandling my breasts, and a mildly dehydrated baby, my husband and parents convinced me to admit defeat and just buy formula. It was the best decision I’ve ever made. The huge relief I felt, once I got over feeling like a failure,was amazing. I could feed my baby! She was happy and healthy and growing like a weed. All was well in the world.  

My baby stays up til 10pm. My baby also sleeps til 8 or 9 in the morning. I see no reason to be up before the sun and my daughter caught on real quick to that way of sleeping. Not to mention my husband would only see her on the weekends if she went to bed at 7pm. 

I use disposable diapers. If I could train her to poop in a box like the cats I’d be set. But since that’s wrong on so many levels, and I hate doing more laundry than necessary, we use disposable diapers. They hold in all the pee (most of the time). They travel well, and I don’t have to fold hundreds of cloth diapers and diaper covers. It works for us.

That’s the key. We’re doing what works for our little family. It’s all any parent can do. It’s all we can expect from each other as parents. Some days I feel super lazy. Other days I remember it’s good to work smart not hard. My daughter is a bright, happy, healthy, wonderful tiny human. I must be doing something right by her. It’s cool if you’re a gourmet baby foodie. I’m just not. 

I may be a bit of a Lazy Mom.  But I’m pretty confident that I’m still a Good Mom.

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