Modern Motherhood [№19]: Tara Belle

Posted: Aug 15 2015

What is the best piece of advice you could give to someone who is about to have their first child? 

don't take my advice!  or anyone elses for that matter.  assume everyone else is wrong and do what feels right for you and your baby.  i mean, if i listened to every nosy neighbor or random stranger at the grocery store checkout, i could write a book on what NOT to do with a newborn.  and honestly, all 3 of my boys have been so different.  from nursing, to sleep habits, how they like to be held, what makes them smile and everything in between, I feel like we taught each other.

What has motherhood taught you? 

to let it go.  just take a deep breath, and let it all go.  my house is never going to be clean, i will probably never be on time for anything, and perfection is a made up word.  i rejoice in the little victories and focus on enjoying every single sticky second with these little booger heads.  cherish the moments.  that's what its taught me.  live in that second.

What values do you wish to pass on to your baby? 

i want them to be kind and to do good.  it seems so simple, but we live in such a cruel world, i just want them to be a glimmer of light. 

What is your biggest fear as a mother? 

failure.  isn't that every moms worst fear?  being a mom is truly the toughest privilege I'll ever have and i just thank God everyday for my boys and pray He’ll guide me to do something right.

Birth Story

after 42 weeks of pregnancy, i went in for my last and final ob appointment and felt totally discouraged when no progress had been made toward labor.  my doctor stripped my membranes (tmi??) for the second time!!  and sent me home with an induction scheduled for the following Tuesday.  seeing as i was massively pregnant at this point, I figured I would go ahead and get in 1 last blog shoot to commemorate the bump.  my photographer found this beautiful field off the interstate and we went to shooting.  at this point I was feeling a tad crampy, but chalked it up to gas because I had just been checked and well, you know, you just never feel great after those appointments.  Now the “gas” had started coming in waves and we had to keep stopping until the pain passed, but still, dummy me was in total denial.  we finally wrapped and I called my husband to tell him I was on my way home.  of course, he strongly suggested I head to the hospital, but still convincing myself it was only gas, and not wanting to risk the embarrassment if it was, I drove myself the hour drive back to our home.  honestly, I just wanted to use the bathroom, MY bathroom, because I knew as soon as I got to the hospital, they wouldn't let me, and the last thing I wanted was to lose my you know what in the delivery room.  so, I made it home, handled my business, and with contractions (yes, contractions! ) now coming about 5 minutes apart, we drove an hour and a half back to the hospital.  my husband, being the handyman that he is, had an “emergency kit” just in case we didn't make it that consisted of children’s craft scissors, an old shoe lace, travel size bbw scented hand sanitizer, and a hand towel.   fortunately, it wasn't necessary and we made it in plenty of time.  within a few hours we welcomed our third son, Maverick James, at a whopping 9 pounds 2 ounces and let me tell you, it was a group effort! 

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