March 11, 2009

What kind of Mother Will I be?



There's a lot of different ways to answer that question but before you do you may want to contemplate the following.

1. I was in a restaurant with some friends. A baby was crying. I said, "Ugg that noise is annoying! Where are the rolls?" You can only imagine the horror on my husband and my friends faces. In my own defense I was really really hungry.
2. I drank a highly caffeinated drink, upon recommendation from my sister, in order to get Brendan to move around. Matt and I went for a 3D ultrasound last weekend and needless to say the baby wasn't particularly cooperative at first. We couldn't see his face. I can't imagine MY child being stubborn. So after a vigorous jaunt up and down the stairs 3 times and a Starbucks drink he was hopping! And we got the images we wanted. Is it wrong I did all of that in order to get a good picture? By the way, I blame it all on my sister!
3. One of my dogs has developed separation anxiety. Which really translates into barking ALL NIGHT LONG. I can and have ignored it but really the sleep needs to happen. The vet recommended dosing him up with a little benadryl to mellow him out. I agonized over doing this and felt incredibly guilty but finally broke down after many sleep deprived nights and went for the drugs. Last night I slept for 6 1/2 blissful hours and woke up to my alarm. I almost thought the dogs had been stolen they had been so quiet. Do I feel any more guilt? No. Am I using the drugs again tonight? Yes. Without a doubt. So the moral is I am all for medication in order to achieve desired results.

I think the answer to the question can only be "Honest." Or maybe that's the only answer I can tell myself right now!

2 comments:

Amy G. said...

You are going to be a GREAT mom. Moms are just people too, you know. People who need to sleep. People who like coffee. (It's taken me, what, 19 months to figure that out?) ;)

Maureen said...

I'm not opposed to medicating ANY living creature in my household to maintain sleep patterns. Ask my husband... well, ah, er, you can't. He's napping.