I used to be that mom,
who wouldn’t dream of breastfeeding the baby just to keep her quiet
because
I used to be that mom,
who had her baby on a strict feeding schedule.
I used to be that mom,
who pumped religiously every morning in case I wanted to go out
because
I used to be that mom
who cried if I had to give my infant formula.
I used to be that mom,
who thought it was terrible to let your child watch TV
because
I used to be that mom,
who planned out the day with activities to engage her infant’s mind.
I used to be that mom,
who had a beautifully clean house even with a busy baby around.
I used to be that mom,
who rushed to pick up the baby as soon as she cried.
I used to be that mom,
and then I had a second baby,
and I took the stick out of my ass.