Hello, let me introduce myself first..
For the first 30 years of my life, everything was smooth and worry-free. I was my parents’ most beloved child, found my true love in college, and happily married him after graduation.
At work, I was my boss’s most valued employee. Whenever I was in charge of a project, colleagues would inevitably say, “Oh, then I’m totally at ease.” I was constantly named “Employee of the Year,” with generous bonuses every year.
Later, I started my own business. Within just three months, I had broken into the market and started making money. By the fifth month, I was earning twice my previous salary. Growth was steady month after month. Right when the business needed more hands, I serendipitously met an amazing partner, and the company reached a whole new level.
Really, it seemed like at every step, whatever I needed, a pair of hands would always place it right in front of me, just in time.
My Two Girls: Ellie & Mia
Meet Ellie, My Firstborn
In 2020, my husband and I decided to have a child. After trying for over a year, we finally got the news in 2021 that a little one was on the way. In 2022, we welcomed our first child, Ellie. She made me a mother.
She is utterly adorable—big eyes, rosy skin, chubby little hands. Every time I look at her, I can’t help but give her a kiss. She is pure joy, and I love her more each day.
But as a first-time mom, I faced unprecedented difficulties. The postpartum tearing wouldn’t heal, and the pain was excruciating. Clogged milk ducts made my breasts hard as rocks. The severe sleep deprivation… And what was even more crushing was that, with zero parenting experience, I was clueless when faced with her unexplained wailing, night terrors, refusal to nurse, constipation, diarrhea, fevers… I desperately searched online, longing for one accurate, truly useful answer!
It was during this time that I thought, once I make it through this “dark” path, I must leave a light on for other new moms.
And Then Came Mia
Ellie had just turned one when I got pregnant again. In 2024, we welcomed our second daughter, Mia.
Completely different from Ellie, Mia is a great eater and sleeper. Although she had her fussy moments in the first two months, starting almost from month three, she became super easygoing. She feeds on schedule, gradually sleeps through the night, loves her solid foods, and adapted quickly when I had to stop breastfeeding due to mastitis.
This made me realize just how vastly different babies can be! It made me even more determined to write about my experiences.
Why I Had to Start This Blog
The Catalyst: A Life Pivoted
After Mia was born, my business also began to decline sharply. I had no choice but to close it and become a full-time mom. My work no longer involves Excel and Word, but instead revolves around changing diapers, washing bottles, making baby food, and managing household chores…
This has been a monumental challenge for me. All my past achievements seem irrelevant now. Managing two young children has brought me a sense of frustration I’ve never known before.
The Daily Reality
They are always fighting over things. When one is in my arms, the other immediately demands to be held too. When I try to cook, Ellie wants me to read her a book. When I attempt to load the washing machine, Mia has a diaper blowout, and I must drop everything to change her…
By the time I finish all that, I see the cup of hot coffee on the table has gone cold again. And it’s not until evening that I remember, “Oh my goodness, the clothes are still in the hamper, unwashed!”
Of course, being a mom is filled with happiness, but that doesn’t negate how hard it is.
My Promise to You
Because I’ve walked this path myself, I won’t just tell you how joyful motherhood is, like many websites do. I want to share my real, unfiltered experiences so every new mom can find a “companion” here.
I want to tell you: you are not alone. What you’re going through, I’ve been there too. Your breakdowns, your helplessness, your moments of losing control—I’ve had them all. You don’t need to feel guilty. This is just a small, necessary stretch of the journey for every mom.
My Hope for This Space
I really want to share my parenting experiences—not just the warm, glowing moments, but to honestly document the pitfalls I’ve stumbled into, the tears I’ve shed, and the “survival wisdom” I’ve scraped together in utter exhaustion.
The Goal: A Mom’s Toolkit
I hope this blog becomes a “mom’s toolkit,” filled not with vague theories, but with:
- Practical Tips: Like how to quickly figure out why a baby is crying, tried-and-true methods for dealing with clogged ducts, or how to efficiently manage the daily grind with twins (or two under two) solo.
- Pitfall Avoidance Guides: Sharing the baby products I regret buying the most, and those “game-changer” parenting hacks. Letting you know which parenting anxieties you can let go of, and which principles are worth holding onto.
- A Community for Moms: I hope my stories connect me with more moms like you. We can cheer each other on in the comments, share our own tricks, turning the storms we face alone into a journey we walk together.
The Bigger Vision
My previous career taught me to analyze data, solve problems, and optimize processes. Now, I’m applying all those skills to this new “position” of Mom. I want to prove that a mom’s value is absolutely not confined to the home. The mindset, resilience, and creativity we built in our careers can shine just as brightly—perhaps even brighter—in this more complex, long-term “project” of raising humans, and can even be transformed into a force that helps others.
My hope is simple: that every mom who opens this blog can let out a sigh of relief and say, “So it’s not just me.” Then, she can find a bit of practical info, a dose of comforting solidarity, and return to her sweet, chaotic mom-life with a little more confidence and a little less weight on her shoulders.
This road? Let’s walk it together.
hannahlce
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Re: FFFC
Sorry to the GD ladies
Nope, not every one is...but these guys were completely ridiculous and faced with the same thing that guy was with my child in the car, I would have done the same exact thing...except I have run flat tires and wouldn't have stopped for any reason. If fact, that's my emergency plan if I ever get carjacked, etc. Go forward, no matter who or what is in my way.
The fact that the guy who started it all stopped short on purpose to start the whole thing, I would have assumed from the start they were trying to start an issue and would have acted accordingly.
I'm really sick of city cyclers complaining that cars aren't sharing the road fairly. The reality is I'm scooting around town in thousands of lbs of steel and gasoline, and you're on a little piece of tin, often without a helmet. I'm happy to share the road, but sharing the road means YOU HAVE TO STOP AT STOP SIGNS TOO. And red lights. And follow all other traffic laws put in place to make road travel as safe as possible for everyone. If you get hit running a red light, who's fault is that? Either play nice on the road and follow the rules, or stick to biking in the park.
BFP #2 EDD 10/2015
1.) I sit for days trying to think of what I'm going say each Friday!
2.) I don't know how ofter your supposed to change your razor heads out, but I only switch mine out like once every 4 to 6 months dpending on how often I've shaved my legs. I know, it's gross. Also, I've been skipping brushing my teeth before bed like 4 nights a week now because I'm too tired to stand in front of the sink for the extra 2 minutes.
3.) I have turned into a crazy road-raging psychopath the past month or so. Like, I will fly past you if your going too slow for me and have caught myself laying on the horn as I pass. And then I get scared that the other driver will follow me and attack me or something.
I can't believe how comfortable people are making the roads unsafe for everyone else. These days I just try to get from point A to point B without almost being run off the road by a "road-raging psychopath." I like to imagine that every car either has a baby or a pregnant woman in it, and that helps me remember to drive safely.
I hate motorcyclists. Not all of them but some of them. I'm sick of reading bumper stickers and things on Facebook about "watching out for motorcyclists." I've never seen a car just blatantly disregarding a motorcyclist. I have seen 100's of motorcyclists driving like complete lunatics, speeding, going in and out of lanes, making up their own lane between cars, not following traffic signals, etc. I drove to my mom's last week and I almost got in 2 accidents because people on motorcycles were going over 100 mph (so I'm guessing) down the highway. It's ridiculous.
I can't believe how comfortable people are making the roads unsafe for everyone else. These days I just try to get from point A to point B without almost being run off the road by a "road-raging psychopath." I like to imagine that every car either has a baby or a pregnant woman in it, and that helps me remember to drive safely.
I know, it's horrible. And I keep telling myself that I can't drive like that anymore as soon as LO's born. I keep forgetting that he's in my belly now and I could get into an accident and harm him already (or someone else.) I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm never running late or anything; I just have a really heavy foot.
Between the goofy meditation things they have us try together, and some of the videos it's just bad....
we are both professionals and have no problem being so at work. I don't know why after hours when we're together we turn into giggling teenagers... :>
Sorry you have to make this decision, but I'm sure none if your medical team would take such a decision lightly.
if you don't zoom in, then yes. A little bit.
So why was I so proud of my D2, for getting proficient in ELA and Advanced in Math; and so disappointed that D1 got a lower proficiency in ELA and a needs improvement in Math?
I feel rotten for it. She's so much more than a stupid test score... But I wanted her to do well.
ETA: @esf60, you too.
I'm in a terrible mood today, and therapy actually made it worse for once, because my stressed-out husband was there, stressing me out.
ETA: clarifying words.
Anyone that I have ever met who was in a motorcycle "gang" has been so friendly and nice. Any of the ones that I have ever met seem to be very responsible drivers. It's the young people who get a motorcycle to get from point A to B faster that make me nervous.
I've been the "other woman" also. He was separated from his wife when I met him and I was young and dumb. He went back to his wife after a few months and I was devastated. They only stayed together for about 6 months and then he left her for me. I didn't ask him to do that. I hadn't talked to him one time when he was with his wife but I still took him back. It ended in less than a year. I did love him. The whole thing broke my heart. I was in major denial that I was ever the other woman. Looking back I think he took advantage of how young and naïve I was. I have zero feelings for him and I would never get in a situation like that again. I am not proud at all.
if you don't zoom in, then yes. A little bit.
I'm going with penis:)
Methinks I'm an oddball, but I'm not a health nut, but most of the time I have to be talked into taking antibiotics. Or even going to the doctor period outside of checking on baby sorts of things. As a kid, my parents never took me to the doctor (even when they probably should've), so I just resist going most of the time and try to wait it out. And of course, try to avoid the crap out of people if I think I'm sick, so I can't pass it on.
different medications. 13! He drives a truck for work, short trips and always stops at a particular gas station and gets freaking tamales and a soda for breakfast everyday. I only know this because my friend is the manager and he told me. My step mom just had heart surgery as well but refuses to stop smoking and has the same bad food habits as my dad. Did I mention they are only 55? Yeah that's horrible, my rant for the day