Being a mom is hard. My house is messy, there is a never ending pile of laundry, my kids cry, whine and don’t sleep, I’m sleep deprived. The cuddles, smiles, giggles and I love you’s make it all worthwhile, but it doesn’t make easy. Yet as a mother who struggled with secondary infertility, I feel like I shouldn’t complain. I expect myself to simply be grateful. infertility Erica Schott
Mom guilt is real and it is constant, at least in my experience. I feel guilty about everything. For not giving my son, Morris, ALL organic food, for getting mad when I should have been more patient, for being too lenient, for letting him have too much screen time, for not playing with him enough, for not allowing him to be bored, for him being bored and so on… it’s exhausting. For years I felt guilty about not being able to give Morris a sibling. Most recently my mom guilt revolves around dividing my time and attention between my two babes equally.
In February 2014 I told one of my best friends that we were going to start trying for our second baby next month. For those who know me, if over the past year I have seemed weird, distant, or just off… this is why. For those who don’t know me, you’re about to get to on a pretty personal level.