I am the type of person that takes not only days but weeks to name their animals. I always joked I’d be alright though when it came to having kids because nine months is a long time; so I thought. My daughter was born in the middle of the month of December and I swear to you it wasn’t until two weeks prior that I was sure. I mean I was sure but then my mom shot off another name as I was in labor; and if it weren’t for the Christmas stocking she had preordered with her name on it, I would have changed my mind once again. Maxly Coraline, my Maxly, my heart. How I came up with that name? NO IDEA. Always loved the name Max for a male or a female so I needed something feminine and unique. Something that would set her apart but nothing too odd. It’s possible there’s another Maxly out there, but as far as I could find none before or even after her, YET. The other night I was scrolling Pinterest in one of the middle of the night feedings and I stumbled upon an article entitled “Invented Made Up Names For Girls” (which was published May 2018, nearly six months after Miss Maxly was born) and boom! Maxly was on there! First time I had ever seen her name in print other than from us. Really freaking cool. I might be stretching it a little far but it made me happy and excited that Maxly made the list; that Maxly was finally on a list. Like I said, could be making a bigger deal out of it than it is; but I’ll take credit for that one! Hey it’s the little things, let me have this, haha!
Category: Baby
The Silence of Strep A and Sepsis; PSA
When I was seven months pregnant I came down with a sinus infection and a cold. Even with a Z Pack it took me almost three weeks to feel human again. One of my biggest fears whilst carrying my unborn child was getting sick because I know that your immune system is practically useless when you’re pregnant… but I didn’t realize that same trend carried on after birth as well. But it makes sense. There are so many crazy things that happen in the world and without even realizing it we all kind of think we’re invincible. Yes we know it happens, but it never happens to you. Well the sad truth of the matter is that it has to happen to someone, and when it does the world stops and it hits everyone around them hard – even strangers. So today I want to talk about the silent killer of Strep and Sepsis — to pay tribute to a beautiful wife and mother of three, including a newborn, who this past week was ripped out of her life and her kids life before the blink of an eye.
Lindsay Bugsbee Crosby was a wife and a mother to a five year old and a three year old. She welcomed her third baby a couple of weeks ago on June 24th and on July 2nd she was rushed to the hospital with purple legs. She was in Heaven two days later on July 4th. Heartbreaking.
Backstory: Her son and mother had strep throat and being a new mom with no immune system she unknowingly contracted the virus herself. Think about it… even if she was feeling under the weather she probably attributed it to the fact of just recently given birth. The infection spread directly into her abdomen and uterus since that was her weakest point after having the baby. Her stomach was filled with puss. She had become severely sick with Strep A and Sepsis. She was put into an induced coma with the doctors ready to amputate all of her limbs. Two days later Lindsay passed away. I still can’t even fathom what her husband is going through. What her children are going through, or her family and friends. If I am so upset and distraught over this I can’t even imagine how they all are.
It’s not not often that I share GoFundMe pages but this one is just too important to be passed over. Please give anything you can to this dear family. It won’t replace the loss this family is going through but I’m praying it’ll give the recently deceased mother peace of mind that her family will be taken care of 
My heart goes out to these children, her husband, family and friends 
Please read her story. She deserves to be remembered and hopefully this tragedy can save a life somewhere down the line.
Hug your loved ones a little closer today every one, and remember if you feel like something is going on in your body, go get checked out. Better safe than sorry.
Raise Your Hand If You’ve Ever Felt Personally Victimized By Regina George.. I Mean Your Baby.
*Mommy Morgan raises her hand!*
Yup that’s right sometimes I swear my baby has it out for me. I know she adores me, loves me, finds me fun and entertaining and if something is wrong or she’s super sleepy I am the one she’ll cling to. She knows that I know her best but lately she’s really starting to test the waters. I knew it would happen but I didn’t realize it’d be so soon, heck she just turned five months! She’s still one of the best behaved babies I’ve ever crossed paths with (and no I’m not being biased because I used to work at a daycare and have been babysitting for over 10 years) but damn is she turning into a little firecracker.
First it started with slight “hits” to the face and “kicks” to the throat when I’d bend down and dress her on the bed in which I’d laugh with her, and then the hair pulling began. Helllll no. (Mind you my hairstyle is a bob so there isn’t even much to pull but it still hurts.) For a couple of days I let it slide and that’s when I grabbed her hand or foot away and looked her straight in the eye and said “no” in a firm voice. SHE SCREAMED. Like a blood curdling scream. “Ok child who are you and what have you done with Maxly?” I held her up over my head, looked at her face and said in a calming voice, “Miss Maxly you can’t just do what you want, you can’t just hurt people, you cannot hurt mommy.” She stopped screaming, looked at me and smirked. Oh ok so you do understand English, tone and body language. I’ll remember that. Today she was (fake) crying, no tears and all because I making her do something she didn’t necessarily want to do. I knelt down to her level, looked at her and said with a serious stern voice, “Hey. Maxly. We have no time for this drama. Knock it off, I can tell you’re faking.” Believe it or not once again she stopped. I know she’s a baby but let’s face it people; babies are a lot smarter than you give em’ credit for. They’re feeling out what they can and cannot get away with. She even cackles at me when she does a massive poopy or a blowout. Little shit. Literally. CACKLES. She knows what she’s doing, she knows what she did to me.
I will not raise a bratty child. One who feels entitled, feels she doesn’t have to listen. One who will disrespect her parents or disrespect others. My daughter will not be a mean girl. I know she isn’t even six months but it’s never too early to start teaching your children. If I start now versus when she’s a year a half – it’ll be easier to teach her manners and they’ll stick.
Babies are smarter than we give them credit for. I’m currently teaching my baby the sign for “eat” when it’s time to eat her cereal. I also include the motion with my mouth and a chewing sound. She’s still grasping the hand motion but right around when she’s supposed to get cereal she makes the chewing noise and mouth motion. SMARTY PANTS. She knows what she wants. She remembers what I was doing…what meant cereal time. She’s also learning the sign for “milk” for when it’s time for a bottle. We’re getting there but she’s doing the motion now when it’s time for bed, which means it’s time for a bottle. Babies are wiser than we realize. Their brains are amazing little storage units. Did you know that from birth until the age of five children will retain the same amount of information from the age of five to 18?
I’m not saying treat your baby like a 10 year old but you don’t have to “baby” your baby. They’ll realize that they can walk, or crawl all over you, and they may just turn into a little monster. Who may be cute…but they’ll still be a monster. Stick to your guns and don’t let your baby and/or child personally victimize you like Regina George.
“It’s Never Too Early To Be Girlie!” -Girlie Glue; The Ridiculous New Craze & What I Have To Say About It.
Ever put a bow or head-wrap on your baby just to see it’s fallen off their slim little head or that they’ve ripped it off? Yeah. Same here. It’s typical. But never fear, a Brazilian company has come about to save the day! Recently releasing a new product in which you stick a bow on your babies haired or bare head WITH GLUE, with “girlie glue.” The real reason behind the invention? To help identify the baby as a girl. Moms are sick of people mistaking their daughters for a boy because frankly without a bow most babies do look like little boys. No shame. I know mine does. Girlie Glue, the glue that lets you stick stuff right to your baby’s head! Guys this isn’t a drill. In fact this is dumb. But sadly this is real life. And surprise surprise we’ve got yet another debate regarding gender. Ugh. But…..waittttttttt…so this product has sparked a controversy about gender? Just about gender?? There’s an issue because the Brazilian company’s motto is “it’s never too early to be girlie.” #1 there shouldn’t be an issue revolving gender. (People need to get over themselves.) But the fact that these idiots are glueing something to their baby’s head(s) is completely skipped over. Oh Ok. I just wanted to make sure that’s what’s been going on here. I can’t deal with people anymore. It’s mind boggling to me that this is the world we live in. There are arguments that babies haven’t decided what gender they are yet so how dare their parents put a bow on a biological female infants head. OH MY GOSH. Get over yourselves people, really. Recently I watched a video where a “sexual expert” says parents need to ask their babies for their permission before changing them. What? So your baby…the one whom cannot speak… and doesn’t quite yet understand body language or know how to display it… but just knows they’re uncomfortable and in order to be comfortable is to cry to trigger a changing … but because they aren’t verbal in the fact of “yes mom and dad, please change me” I’m supposed to let my daughter sit in copious amounts of pee and poop, some expert that jerk is, they defineitly do not have kids. So what are we supposed to do with our kids who are born with penises? Not call them a boy? K. What about the ones born with a vagina? Yup you’re right… probably shouldn’t refer to them as girls because God forbid anyone gets offended. Sooooo should we just start painting out babies one solid “neutral” color? Or maybe use a Sharpie… since it’s more permanent? Like the glue with the bows. Make them wear all gray onesies with an “X” on it. Oh God I’m hoping I didn’t just spark an idea in some sick gender obsessive mind. People need to let stuff go. Look at things at face value instead of diving in head first and reading between the pages versus the lines. Putting aside the gender debate in this case… women will freak out about piercing their children’s ears pierced but they’ll glue something to their child’s head? That makes sense. Why not just stick a wad of gum in their hair, stick a bow on said wad of gum and call it a day? I’m just going to stick with the classic baby bows when it comes to my daughter thank you. No need to be so “extra” or weird and potentially harmful with Girlie Glue. I think this would be fun to buy for my cat…. but then at the same time why the hell would I glue anything to my cat. I wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t glue anything to my child either. Don’t get me wrong, I am 100% sensitive to gender issues and transgender issues but this all has gone too far. I named my daughter Maxly and we call her Max. As she grows up and if she decides maybe she should have been born a boy then that’s fine. But she’ll still be Max. She won’t have to change her name. Whether Max is a she or a he Max will still be Max. Girlie Glue is not discriminating towards boys. It’s a simple product meant to make lives easier (even though I don’t approve of the product). Go ahead moms, glue those bows to your sons head. Let people think they’re girls along with the actual baby girls. I bet you $50 that when your son grows up he’ll give you more grief because you glued some shit to his head versus that you made people think he was a girl.
Checking My Thoughts, Checking Them Twice
“Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.” RIP 2017.
When I became pregnant the transition of being selfish began into being selfless. Not like I was completely self absorbed but when it came down to the bottom line I normally was putting myself first – don’t we all? My mom always taught me that the only person you could fully count on was yourself (along with her of course). Until your child is able to fully think and protect themselves you are their brain. You are their spokesperson. You decide what’s best.
Whilst pregnant and eating I had to be conscious if the food would harm or benefit the baby. Was I drinking enough water? Was I getting enough sleep? Can I really only have one cup of coffee? When I found out I was going to become a mom we had bought a house and remodeled it – even in those aspects I had to consider my unborn born child’s needs and what would be a convenience with having children versus having my dream home.
Putting my daughter first – I knew this is what I had to do because that’s what moms do, put their kids first. That’s what I was taught, that’s how I grew up. As confident and as proud as I was in my ability to put my unborn child first, I didn’t fully understand – not until December of 2017 when I gave birth. Soon after labor, my tribute to my daughter was tested just days after my labor when I had to have a blood patch procedure due to a spinal headache due to a failed epidural. Now yes I gave birth and felt everything but nonetheless I was / still am terrified of needles, petrified of blood (especially my own) and I don’t do well with hospitals or doctors in general. Even if someone is “just mentioning it”… UGH I shiver, get ghostly pale and nauseous. But I had to get better. For my daughter. So I sucked it up. (After only just one minor panic attack.) But I did it. That was the first of many “ultimatums” where I had to think really think for myself and more importantly my daughter. It’s exactly like that saying about Peter Pan. “Once you’re a Mom, you’ve been split into two people. It’s like Peter Pan and his shadow.”
No matter what my kid is my first thought. Who I / we hang out with. Where we go. What we do. And especially my actions. She’s five months old in just 2 days, and she’s already adapted some of my quirks and mannerisms. Oops. Monkey see monkey do aka Maxly see Maxly do. (And yes she’ll still pee all over you!!)
When you are a mom, you are never ever really alone in your thoughts. Providing you’re a good mother that is. A mother always has to think twice. Once for herself and once for her child.
Raising My Best Friend
Your daughter is not your best friend. Your daughter is not your friend. Your daughter should not be your friend. But who says I can’t raise her to be? My mother instilled this within me at a very young age – she was my mom, not my buddy. Now that doesn’t mean my childhood and teenage years weren’t full of love, fun, trust and adventures – because they were, I assure you. Those years were the successful transition to what lead me to be the person I am today – best friends with my mom.
For certain, there’s got to be a fine line and balance between love, nurturing and discipline. Setting boundaries is the key ingredient to successful parenting. The paramount in this is really to just practice what you preach and be a good role model for your daughter. Portray qualities she’ll admire and respect – humor, patience, peace, respect and more. Spend as much time with your kids as you can / that they’ll let you as they grow up. Go on journeys, day trips, a trip to the mall, go out to eat, get your nails done just you and her. Make each other feel good whilst installing self worth, killing two birds with one stone.
Along with communication between mother and daughter, supporting her passions and dealing with my personal issues in a way that won’t impact my daughter- there’s one thing that will connect you and your daughter to the next level of “just mom” but in-between “(best) friends.” Make them understand you’re a real person – not just mom. It took me way to long to realize this and appreciate my own mother as more than a mom.
Can a mom be too close to her daughter? Nah. I don’t think so. Mom’s and daughters are supposed to be close! Right? That’s why they make matching outfits right? Haha. I am my mom’s mini me and my daughter is only 5 months old and she’s already my mini me -adapting some of my little quirks.
Let’s face it Mom knows and understands you best, especially after raising you for your entire life. First the mom and forever the friend. It’s one of the most rewarding things that can happen. I love my mom for this fact. I genuinely enjoy everything about her inside and out. We were not pals when I was a kid – she was fun and authoritative in moderation but she did good. I will do good. First I’ll be Maxly’s mom; forever I’ll be her friend.
Maxly’s Trip; Mommy’s Memory Lane
Nos-tal-gia noun: a strong desire or sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time in one’s life.
Some people will argue that there are blinding effects of nostalgia / being nostalgic. That perhaps it potentially removes rough edges from bad parts of the good old days. Eh, that’s crap to me. I was blessed enough to have a good no great childhood, with loving parents, fond memories and awesome traditions. Traditions that were timeless and I’m eager to pass down to my own daughter. Traditions are traditions for a reason and they’re meant to remain practiced throughout time. Growing up my family had the classic customs as most people do but we also had our own “mash ups” that my parents invented as well. Rituals that were done so many times that essentially they became our heritage.
Let’s take a trip down my memory lane.
The Penny Fairy. The Penny Fairy came and visited me every year on my birthday and leave money underneath the dinner plate. She would leave a penny for every year of your age plus an additional penny for good luck – as someone would do with placing an extra candles on ones birthday cake. The catch was she would only come if we were celebrating the birthday dinner at home opposed to going out to eat. Knowing I would fall for it, my damn parents were (and still are) so clever… always finding ways to save money haha. I cannot wait to do this with Maxly on her first birthday. Kids love shiny things and kids love money. That little girl is going to love those two pennies. Such a fun and unique thing to create within the household!
English Muffin Pizza. My dads specialty. It was always a treat when he made these scrumptious delicacies because it meant my mom was out for the night or out of town. Still to this day they are SO GOOD. He’ll have to pass it on to my fiance so it’ll be something special for him and Maxly to do if I’m out for the night or out of town. And if not pizza (although we are a family of pizzaholics) there will be some special meal in place that the two will bond over for those special occasions!
Valentines Day. My mother always got me and my sister gifts on Valentines Day!Nothing major but always something nice and thoughtful. Even at 26 years old my mother still does. Just as a reminder that she loves us and she always will. Valentines Day is not just about having a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or a husband or a wife. We were always taught that Valentines Day is clearly just about love all around. As a teenager I especially liked this tradition because if I was feeling down for a boy not liking me or something stupid my mom always picked me up by gifting me a little something. I will do the same for my daughter. I hope it’s as meaningful to her as it always was to me and it helps build Maxly’s self love.
Keep the jokes running. I’ve touched on this topic before a couple of times in some of my previous posts but I’ll say it again because it never gets old… Like her mother (me), Maxly has lower back dimples. And my parents used to (and still do say) “well you know what those dimples really mean right? Like how you got them?” If you guys are curious as to what the answer is, it’s this…knobs. Yup. Just call me a Conehead. I was told over and over when I was little that I had knobs on my lower back like the Coneheads but they just happened to fall off. Hence the dimples. What?! Haha. I truly believed them for so long. But I also though gullible wasn’t in the dictionary. Hey why have kids if you can’t mess with them right?
Mommy Dearest. Remember my post recently about watching potentially “inappropriate” movies for my young self due to having young parents? (I turned out fine.) Well Mommy Dearest may have been one of those movies but I loved it nonetheless. Along with being one of the most quotable movies out there it’s also a great reminder on how great of a mother I was blessed with. She never forgot to remind me of that! Whenever I thought she was being mean and unfair she would turn around and say “do you want me to be mommy dearest?!” NOPE. And I intend to do the same with Miss Maxly. It’s a “fun” yet affective method to respect your mom.
A comfy Christmas. Always staying in our jammies was and is a long lasting belief. I was taught that there’s no need to dress up, and bounce around from others people’s homes just to “make an appearance” because of the holiday. No. My mother and father always cherished Christmas as our day off together with the whole family. You stay at home, and be with your kids. You be cozy together, watch the 24 hours Christmas Story marathon, enjoying presents and enjoying presence.
We had so many more customs, beliefs, rituals, nostalgia…whatever you want to call it, they’re our family traditions. And family traditions are so important. They’re fun, unique and keep life interesting. I cannot wait to create a fun and memorable childhood for my daughter like my parents did for me.
Running Late Is My Cardio
I am on my own schedule but really I am on the baby’s schedule. Our schedule really… which I guess still revolves around her. Whatever works. Lately I’ve been trying to be a boss mom, whatever that means. Through my “soul searching” I’ve realized I need to work on our time management. Well my time management. Growing up I was always taught to be on time is to be early. I was always annoyingly on time. Always. Before I became a stay-at-home-mom my job required me to be there for 7am, so 645am there I am pulling into the parking lot. My boss would get annoyed and say “Jesus Morgan why don’t you come in for 730?” so finally 7am there I was “on time” ready to work. I loved going in and making lists and getting stuff done, I felt so accomplished. Smart man my boss was, tricking me to not be early. Even nine months pregnant and sleepy as could be I would still be early and eager to work.. and managed to get Dunkin on the way. So I have fantastic work ethic and am a freak about time and being late – shoot me. I liked to make the most of my day.
When my baby was born I realized I needed to slow down – physically and mentally, for her and myself. I was still my normal self but family members, friends, my OBGYN all told me to basically take a chill pill. But maybe I’ve gotten to comfortable with that fact?
Most days we’re home but we’re on a schedule (for the most part). Getting ourselves into a routine was the best thing that I could have done for us. Granted days change and life happens. Errands, surprise naps, visiting friends and families, etc. everything can’t be the same everyday. So on days like that… I need to lean towards my old self.. the one who was annoyingly on time. Say we have a doctors appointment or a reservation, that’s different, we’re on time because I feel too nervous to be even one minute late. So what’s different with my family/friends and other things I need to get done? I still like to make the most of my day and feel accomplished but maybe my priorities aren’t in line? But maybe they are?
To be honest (and maybe it sounds like an excuse) but at my old job specifically I was working 60 hours a week. 60!!!! At minimum. There were weeks were I would work over 70 hours, and I was pregnant mind you!!! Since I am no longer working for the time being it’s like I feel like I deserve to sit back and enjoy life. Like it’s okay to really sweat the small stuff. I just want to enjoy my baby, my mom, my new friends, my dog, my cats, my tortoise, my freedom. I want to do things on my own time I guess?
Meeting friends, going grocery shopping, preparing dinner…sometimes I just find the day passing by too quickly and I’m not getting done what I need to get done… at least not as timely as I’d like. I don’t mean for it to happen that way. I swear. I have the upmost respect for other peoples time. I’m very organized as to where I need to go or what I need to do but I’m not doing too well with my time management.
I’m not even doing much some days but I feel like I’m all over the place. Why? Help?
Love, diaper changes, food, cuddles, sleep, play – babies needs aren’t that difficult. In fact they’re so simple. Now that she’s on her way to being five months old she’s not too unpredictable. But life happens. We get those unexpected spit ups that are in need of an instant change, we get a cranky ass baby who doesn’t even know why she’s cranky but she wants to be left alone. The poops that are so bad that they explode all up her front and her back, pee through the clothes, you know the average baby stuff. It doesn’t seem like much but every set back adds up and by the time I’m done I just feel defeated and want to hang out with my baby, to take it easy. I don’t have the energy anymore to pick up or do whatever else household chore. Am I alone here? Don’t I deserve to kick it?
What I really need to work on is maybe waking up before my baby in the morning so I can get ready or perhaps get things done around the house before she’s up and needing me . But she’s a morning person and gets up early and lucky me, throughout the day she refuses to nap! Although lately we’ve been working on midmorning naps in her crib. We’re getting there! She goes to bed at 7pm on the dot every night…that kid lalalaloves her bedtime. I do too but I need to work on going to bed earlier. But once she’s down for the night is when I get to spend time with my fiance, or read, catch up on my programs, write my blog posts and more. It’s “me” time that I so desperately refuse to give up.
But I need to find a happy medium.
Am I even making sense here? Can any mommas relate? Tips? Advice? Hit me with your best words of wisdom. Thank you in advance, much love all ❤
First Impression; Best Friends For Life Husband and Wife.
Cigarettes can kill but they can also help you meet the love of your life.
2011 into 2012 MGMT said it best, the band described my life in a nutshell. “I’m feelin’ rough I’m feelin’ raw I’m in the prime of my life.” I was 19, and had really bloomed into my own. I was about to study abroad in France, had a plan to move into my own place once I was home and the word shy was not in my vocabulary. It’s funny because the qualities that people love about me are sometimes the qualities in which people cannot stand about me. I was (and still am) loud, a chatterbox, and confident. And back then I had this bright firey ginger color hair that was literally the cherry on top for my unknowingly secret admirer close by. (And so did he!)
In two of my journalism classes sat behind me was a tall, lanky, cute yet very quiet guy.
I was a smoker, sorry mom!
In February of 2012 I was standing outside of a building before class and lit up a smoke. Right across from me doing the same was the tall, lanky, cute yet quiet boy. This is my moment, the time to swoop in and make my move!
I puffed, “hey.”
He puffed, “hi.”
I exhaled, “I see we’re in some of the same classes.”
He exhaled, “yeah.”
I puffed, “I’m Morgan.”
He puffed, “I’m Nick.”
We ended up talking a bit more here and there throughout the next few weeks since we were due to go to France together. Ultimately we decided to stick along side one another because we were the only two smokers in the group that was due to leave the country. If you are, or were a smoker, you can understand how smoking bonds other smokers together. Weird I know but true. It wasn’t instant but it was love at second.
Cue the MGMT. No we didn’t shoot heroin but we fucked with the stars and drank a lot of Heineken and Magners. The Moulin Rogue, kissing atop the Eiffel Tower, holding hands walking through the parks, eating french cuisine among the many cafes whilst smoking and people watching were among the many activities that grew us closer together. Still to this day those are some of the most memorable times of my life. At the time, my 19 year old self swore to my friends he was my soulmate. I believed it. He was an amazing writer, attractive, we had the same likes when it came to music, and we played well off of each others sense of humor. Plain and simple we always had fun.
Unfortunately when we came home, sooner rather than later our fling was over. I was hurt but I moved forward. I still had big things on my horizon. Throughout the next three years we would see or talk to each other every nine months or so. (Foreshadowing? Maybe!) I truthfully never thought we’d ever spend more than a couple of hours with each other ever again, I would have bet my life on it. Well good thing I didn’t because I’d have been way way way wrong.
Fast forward to 2015 and we end up reconnecting while I was working as a manager for Pier 1 Imports. His mother had placed and order for director chair covers and his father came to pick them up. I had never met him but he was a spitting image of Nick, or I guess rather Nick was a spitting image of him. Making a long story short I told him I was Nicks friend from Paris and to tell him I say hi. He did, which was surprising because lets face it men suck at relaying messages. But Nick texted me the day after and invited me over for dinner. Needless to say I went on a whim, not expecting much. And we’ve been together every day since. It could be love or it could be that I showed up with a 30 rack of beer haha. I bet he’d say it was the booze.
Not even a year later we were engaged on top of a mountain. One of the most intense, colorful and adventurous days of my life. Pouring rain, 40 mph winds, 15 degree temperature… Nick looks at me and I shout over my senses being assaulted and say “isn’t this crazy??” He shouts back “Yeah, do you wanna know something else crazy?” So I shout back “what?” He pulls out this beautiful round rose gold Morganite stone engagement ring and says “will you marry me?” Tears. So many sobbing tears poured from my face. I said yes obviously but unlike a normal person that wasn’t my first response. My reaction was “are you serious??” and then “does my mom know??” Both to which he said yes. I’m very untraditional in a lot of ways but I was so pleased and grateful he asked my parents permission.
Wedding plans were in the midst but were put on hold because of reasons. But as our entire story to date has shown, everything happens for a reason. The same year we were set to get married was the same year we found out we were expecting our little baby blueberry. We were elated. So happy, so eager and so thrilled. We couldn’t wait to make our duo a trio, to become parents and raise a kick ass beach baby and animal lover. I was hoping for a daughter, he was hoping for a son but either way we clearly just wanted a healthy baby. Throughout my pregnancy Nick and I grew up fast. We went from partying every night to quitting smoking, we bought a home, we remodeled said home. It was all so scary and nerve-wracking but we did it all in six short months, despite my hormonal mood swings. I absolutely refused to not have everything prepared and safe for my baby’s arrival. We time crunched for sure.
Flash to December 18, 2017 and our beautiful daughter Maxly Coraline was born. Our family was finally a true family now, even though we already had two cats, a dog and a tortoise. But we were complete. We were the Matson Family. We hate the terms “baby momma” and “baby daddy” but we do use them from time to time as a joke, or even as a term of endearment. It makes us laugh, it keeps things light. I could never thank Nick enough for making me a mommy. I could never thank him enough for giving me the daughter I had always dreamt of. The love we have is unconditional. Even if we spat, we are good and back to normal laughing within 10 minutes. Its just how we flow. We have to, life is too short and it takes too much energy to be unhappy with one another. It’s just not worth it to be angry, especially now that we are role models for our daughter. I have never met a person who has seen and experienced every nook of my life. He really has seen me at my highest and at my lowest point. And we’ve gone through our problems too – don’t get me wrong, but when I found out I was pregnant we worked so hard to be the best versions of ourselves so we could be the most supreme team for our daughter. And that’s where we’re at now.
“I’ve seen you with blonde hair, I’ve seen you with red hair, I’ve seen you with black hair, and now brown, and one day I’ll see you with gray.” Probably the most romantic thing he’s ever said to me. He is my partner. My partner in parenting, partner in drinking, partner in love, and partner in life.
I do love and live by the saying “happy wife happy life” but our motto has really become best friends for life husband and wife.
May I Present Myself & My Daughter
Greetings. Namaste. Hola. Bonjour.
Since I have some new followers I thought it’d be to fill out an “about me” / “mommy” survey so you could get to know me and my little one a bit better. If you enjoy it, feel free to copy and paste so you can fill in your own answers too. Looking forward to getting to know one another better. Much love and enjoy. Lets keep the blogs rollin’!
-About me-
What’s your name? Hey there, I’m Morgan!
A is for age: 25 but I’ll be 26 on Friday.
Do you live with your parents? Oh heck no. I moved out when I was 19.
In which state do you reside? CT
Do you own your own home? Indeed I do just as of this past November!
What is your favorite food? True life I dream of pizza on pizza on pizza.
4 Facts about yourself: 1) Never have I ever had braces. 2) I’m going to move to Florida, peace out Connecticut! 3) Sharks are my favorite. 4) I’m obsessed with Ulta.
Do you have any tattoos? What are they? 6 of em’. Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice on my shoulder, a lifecycle of a blueberry on my forearm, the world map on my foot, the deathly hallows symbol on my other foot, a peace sign with a tree on one shoulder blade and a spiral quote on the other. Quote reads: Believe nothing no matter where you hear it or where you’ve read it unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
Did you go to college? I did. I have a B.A. in Journalism and a minor in Peace Studies.
Pets? Tortoise, Olive. Chihuahua, Minnie. 2 cats, Small Cat and Mr. Deeds.
Favorite T.V. show? The Office forever and always.
Favorite movie? Jaws.
Favorite trilogy? Back to the Future.
Do you think you’re a good person? Most days I do. I’m a good person but sometimes do bad things, oops.
Are you a fan of The Beatles? Yep, eight days a week.
Do you have a favorite color? Purple.
B is for beer of choice: Two Roads Two Evil, OHH HELL YEAH.
How do you think your life will end up? Well lived.
Are you a beach or a mountain person? Ocean child for sure 🌊 Although I did get engaged on top of a mountain.
Red Sox or Yankees? Sox!
Have you ever traveled abroad? Where? China, France x2, Canada, Aruba and Turks and Caicos.
Favorite flower? Sunflower 🌻
What are your thoughts on Chevy Chase? I love my dad and if he ever couldn’t be my dad… I would want it to be Clark Griswold.
Whens the next time you’ll be attending a concert? June to see The Decemberists!
-About baby-
What is his/ her name? Her name is Maxly Coraline.
D.O.B? 12|18|17 the day the Earth stood still.
Were they early or were they late? Technically she was 4 days late but after figuring out the day she was conceived I realized she literally came at the end of 9 full months.
How long were you in labor? 36 beautiful hours.
Natural or C-Section? I hate the phrase “natural“.. every birth is natural. But yes she was delivered vaginally.
Did you get any pain meds? Funny story. I did get an epidural but it failed – they misplaced it. So not only did I feel every ounce of sheer pain, the anesthesiologist poked a hole in my spine, had spinal fluid leakage and ended up as one of the rare few with a spinal headache when I came home the hospital. Shit. But I ended up getting a blood patch procedure and it was fixed asap.
Are you planning to have anymore kids? Uhm, did you not just read my above answer!
What’s something new your child’s done recently? Today she had cereal for the first time, I’ve got a solid food eater on my hands, so crazy!
Any birthmarks? She was born with Abortive Hemangioma on her wrist. It’ll grow with her but eventually it will disappear. It could take 2 years, 5 or 10. All I know is it is just one more thing to make her unique. She will learn to love and embrace it!
Does he/she sleep through the night? YES! Since she’s been 2 months. She lalalaloves her bedtime. Thank the lord.
Did you get one of those awesome 3D ultrasounds? No I wanted to be surprised on how she looked! (Those things are just too darn accurate)
Does he/she have any best friends? Her mommy, her doggy, her Gigi (my mom) and her girlfriend Stevie Rae.
What does your child like? She loves Sesame Street, Big Bird specifically! She also likes to stand up and loves bath time – she loves water, she’ll make a great beach baby.
What are your child’s initials? MCM.
The Word of Mommy Morgan✨🌿 