GlamMa: The evolution of Grandma

Having a baby is life changing. Regardless of how much you prepare you're in for more than a few surprises. I was warned of fatigue and all the work required to be a good mom. I had no worries because I had a secret weapon, Grandma. This all knowing elder would make baby food from scratch, cure ailments with home remedies, soothe any crying screaming infant and never tire of watching her grandbaby. But this wasn't the case, if 40 is the new twenty then the late fifty something is certainly the new 30. My mother insisted on the title "GlamMa" and just weeks after Buggy's birth she traveled  to Las Vegas.  I wanted a guide to this thing called motherhood but instead I was given a crash course.

I changed diapers, breastfed, bought a breast pump that was so noisy I couldn't use it while Buggy slept, yup my apartment is just that small. Over time my place was a mess and I looked a mess. A well intending neighbor knocked on my door and asked if I needed help. As Buggy cried I explained I was practicing the Ferber method. I  searched her face for understanding. She looked around her eyes finally settling on the pile of dirty receiving blankets that were visible through the small crack of my apartment door. She gave a half smile, insisted I ask for help if I needed any, I agreed although I knew I  never would, thanked her and closed the door. My mother returned a week later with a I love Vegas onesie. She ordered take out and she talked mostly about my needing a mani/pedi and my hair styled. She offered to watch Buggy and insisted I'd make an appointment. I never got the baby food from scratch or any home remedies but I did get a much needed mani/pedi.

After becoming a mom did you have any expectations of your family? If so what?

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