{"id":377,"date":"2012-01-26T09:07:09","date_gmt":"2012-01-26T14:07:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/?p=377"},"modified":"2012-01-26T10:51:15","modified_gmt":"2012-01-26T15:51:15","slug":"for-the-good-of-momdom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/for-the-good-of-momdom\/","title":{"rendered":"For the good of Momdom"},"content":{"rendered":"
My beautiful and talented friend, Yasmine, has graciously offered to write a guest post for my blog; offering a new perspective on all things motherhood.\u00a0 A wife and loving mother of one of the cutest little boys I know, here is her story:<\/p>\n
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When Maya said she was looking for a guest blog I quickly deleted her email. Too much pressure! Then I was on the subway and thinking about a topic Maya hasn’t covered on this blog. I realized she would never cover it because I don’t think she faced this issue… So I decided to write for all the moms-to-be and new moms and old moms for that matter. I had to write this for all of Momdom.<\/p>\n
I was part of Maya’s mommy group and one of my most vivid memories is sitting down at our first gathering and someone saying: \u00a0Is anyone else headed for divorce? When we all started chuckling (except maya*). I felt the weight of a future custody battle lift off my shoulders.<\/p>\n
After ten years together I thought my husband (J) and I were unflappable, but eight months of sleep deprivation flapped us. Big time. Turns out backpacking through Europe together really isn\u2019t that much of a relationship challenge, after all.<\/p>\n
To say we were on different wavelengths would be an insult to the bitterness of those months. He wanted date nights. I wanted lie-in-bed-while-someone-spoon-feeds-me nights.<\/p>\n
One of our first date nights. I was trying to be carefree<\/p><\/div>\n
He wanted me to watch my ‘tone’. I actually had no idea what \u2018tone\u2019 he was hearing\u2026 my voice was permanently tired and desperate. He wanted to go to Home Depot on the weekend. I did not want to be left alone with this child FOR ANOTHER SECOND. He asked me to shave his head and I went crazy with the shame of not having done any personal grooming in six months. If I so much as stubbed my toe my mind immediately went to \u2013 how can I blame J for this?<\/p>\n
And the impact it was taking on us was sneaky. Because when we were with the babe we were smiling and laughing and happy. The child was a delight during the day. Eventually I started to realize that despite all of the happy smiling, J and I were hardly making eye contact, all the love was baby-bound. I want to say that we talked and opened up and learned more about ourselves and together overcame the challenge but then I’d be lying. Before that could happen, we had to get some rest. Once the tiny night beast started sleeping we started getting along better.<\/p>\n<\/a> After the munchkin was in bed the smiling stopped and the TV went on. It hit me one night when I realized we\u2019d been together all day, but hadn\u2019t looked at each other, you know, like actually taken one another in, the entire time.<\/p>\n