Plethora of Everything

Last May, when my son was just 4 months old...  I didn't even consider blogging about Mother's Day.      I was too new at motherhood to fathom doing anything that didn't revolve around my baby being in my arms and/or at my breast.      That's how I instinctively knew to mother an infant- pretty much never let him go! He nursed on demand which was every 1-2 hours and he preferred to be held by mommy in the early days, maybe because I held him all the time!      People tried to tell me that then but I thought they were crazy and unsympathetic to my plight of having a 'needy infant'.       Needy Infant...   Now I know those 2 words go together like hand in glove, butter and bread, poop and diapers... ok, you got the point!  Infants are needy.   They need to be needy to survive.  There's a '4th trimester' philosophy which states the first 3 months out of the mother's womb ar...

"You might as well accept it," that's what my grandma says, "It's a man's world, It just is." And I never even realized how uneven the roles really were, really are- today I got so frustrated I even came to have a drink in a bar. Here there's football on the screens, there are men everywhere, seeming to have not a worry or care. Good for them, good for you, it must be nice to not have a fucking clue. Once the baby came that's really what changed the game. After the baby nothing was the same. I became handicapped over night, having no use of my arm on the right. Learning to cook, pee, open doors with the use of one arm, for a new mom... with an infant... this is the new norm. You helped out as much as you could but for you life went on, as it should. One cannot understand the constant demand until one has been in another's shoes- the role of new mother, a more challenging and rewarding one, there is no other. Now, months...