Since I had my son 4.5 months ago, it has completely blow me away and disgusted me at how nasty women can get to each other regarding parenting styles. What especially gets my goat is that many moms will preach tolerance and then show complete intolerance towards anyone not accepting their viewpoint.
When I read Tailor Made Momma’s blog post, “Why I Suck As a Mom,” celebrating different parenting styles, I thought, yeah…I too suck as a mother.
So here’s why I’m a terrible mother:
- Every day I sleep in the same bed with my baby.
- I exclusively breastfeed my son even when my nipples bleed and crack, and half of one falls off.
- I had my son circumcised.
- I don’t use the safety strap in my son’s Bumbo.
- Sometimes I use the stroller instead of the carrier, because I don’t like how it pulls on my shirt. In fact, I prefer it.
- I struggle to clean the house and make meals, because I can’t stand letting my son fuss for me.
- I insist on putting a blanket over my son while he’s sleeping, even though the experts say not to. (No, not over his face.)
- I cloth diaper my son, mostly because I want something soft against his skin.
- I refused the Hep B vaccine for my son when he was born.
- I love my son more than I ever dreamed possible.
- Except for RV, my son is now on a regular vaccination schedule.
- I get down on the floor and play with my baby.
- I had an epidural, and before that, a narcotic, and I’d do it again.
- I sing to my son constantly.
- I call my son Mr. Stinky Pants.
- I always forget to ask for paper bags at the grocery store.
- I wake up almost every hour at night to check on my son.
- I cuddle and snuggle my baby boy every chance I get.
- I nurse my son whenever he wants, which is usually every 1.5-3 hours AROUND THE CLOCK.
- I gave my son a paci when he was a few hours old.
- I labored for 70 hours (58 of them drug free) before my son was born.
- One time I forgot a spare diaper when we went out, and I stuffed receiving blankets in the front of his onesie.
- I read books to my son, even though he has no clue what’s going on.
- I probably leave my son’s night time diapers on him too long.
- When his daddy’s away, I tell him what a wonderful man his daddy is.
- I pray for my baby boy every night that God will keep him safe, and that he’ll accept Jesus Christ as his Savior.
And that’s why I’m a terrible mom!