As mamas, we take on the good, bad, and the ugly. This last week wasn't too terrible, I guess I just felt bad for my boys. We got slammed with an ugly flu. The kind that kicks your butt into mega-mom-mode and you will do anything for your babies to make them a little more comfortable. I get into serious "baby mode" when my boys get sick. Extra blankets are tossed onto the couch, pillows are propped, and warm tea with cream and honey are served. I've come to the realization that I'm good at all the "fluff" because half the time I don't know what I'm doing. When your two-year-old is folded in half on the floor after loosing everything that was in his little tummy you want to take the hit for him. But you know you can't. So you pull down the sheets in your bed and sandwich the sick and confused bundle of cuteness in between you and your husband and you make yourself feel a little better while hoping to make your baby feel better too.
I admit, I am a mom-bluffer. More than half the time I don't know what the heck I'm doing, I follow my mama instincts and hope for the best. The exciting part of mama-hood is that there are so many different ways to do it. We borrow ideas from our own moms, we call our sister, we learn from our friends, and then when all is said and done we put our own unique spin on it and it's just perfect for what our little babes need. There is no manual, no forum, no blog, that will give us exactly what our kids need. We follow our instincts, bluff a little, and somehow it works.
The morning after Elias was sicker than a little doggy, my mother-in-law came over to pick up Vitali so that I could regroup with Elias. She took one look at me and said, "I'm sorry, but you look really tired." I looked at her with my tousled hair and bare lashes and just smiled, I knew she could relate. I did my job and I did it well, and anyone who came to my house saw the fruits of my mama-hood.