To the mother who is struggling to get through the week: You are awesome

Motherhood challenges us in many ways.

Our babies sleep schedules challenge us.

Our toddler tantrums challenge us.

Our work-life-romance balance challenges us.

But, we're pretty strong, capable, amazing humans if I do say so myself. From one mother to another—we're rocking this mom life. Even on those days where we're not feeling so wonderful about ourselves or our mothering skills….let's be real, we're still killin' it.

We're changing blowout diapers in the car with only three wipes left without breaking a sweat. (Okay—we are sweating. But...we remembered to put on deodorant today, so we've got that going for us. #Winning.)


We're carrying a human inside of us while doing squats at the gym. Also without breaking a sweat. (JK, we're definitely breaking a major sweat.)

We're making it to our virtual meetings on time after getting our toddler to fall asleep 5 minutes beforehand, then popping into our meeting like it's NBD. 'Cause we be rockin' that work from home life.

We're persistent about making time for our friends. Coordinating schedules is a nightmare, but dang! We're putting that brunch date on the calendar a month in advance—in pen—because we're risky like that.

We're pumping at work then running an important meeting for 30+ people while also making a mental note to add hotdog buns to the grocery list for the BBQ this weekend. Because that's how we roll. (Pun intended.)

We're innovating—we're coming up with genius life hacks putting a potty in the back of the car so our newly toilet-trained toddler's emergencies won't hold our crew back from getting out and about.

We're bringing meals over to friends who are new mamas. We're texting them to encourage them. We're letting them know it's okay to randomly cry over Beyonce's latest pregnancy Instagram photo—“She's so beautiful and you're so hormonal right now." It's totally cool. #JudgementFreeZone

We're holding our sisters hands through tough times. We're making each other laugh and letting one another vent. We're showing up. And we're bringing coffees.

We're planning birthday parties while solving the crime of the missing blankie and slaying a lip-sync performance of 'Shake It Off' just like Rosita and Gunter from Sing. (And yes—we're doing both voices. #HumbleBrag.)

We're feeding our little ones with breasts and bottles at 3AM while listening to a book that's going to help us grow our businesses. Because we know how to mom like a boss.

We're cooking up delicious meals (and let's be real—that goes for both delivery pizzas and homemade meals) and answering work emails and answering toddler dinner demands. With a smile on. (Okay sometimes the smile looks more like a grimace, but...details, schmetails.)

We're growing babies in our bodies then pushing them out of our bodies. Like, this is happening a lot. Women do this every day. Which is insane! Because it's hard work. But we're champs and our bodies are strong and we'll show you how to p-push it real good.

We're bandaging up boo-boos and covering our kiddos in kisses. We're reading bedtime stories and making sure teeth are brushed. We're going over why hitting isn't kind and remembering to say our affirmations together. We are mommin' it hardcore on the daily.

And that's not to say we don't have help from husbands and grandparents and au pairs and babysitters and friends and neighbors—some of us do—but let's just focus on us for a second. Right? We're allowed to give ourselves a little pat on the back every now and then.

Because we're doing this, mamas. We're making it happen. We see the challenges, we acknowledge them and then we channel our inner Olivia Popes and we handle them. Sure, we need help from our Gladiators sometimes, but we've got this. We're doing really important work, and we're pretty amazing at it. So I just wanted to remind you. (And myself, because to be honest, pep talks help me thrive.)

And whether what you're getting done feels big or small some days, know that they're always big. They always matter.

So, motherhood? Yes—you're challenging. In many ways. But you're the best challenge I ever signed up for, and I'll gladly take you on every single day with every fiber of my being.

I'm going to show up. I'm going to keep trying. And I'm going to fight for the dreams I have for myself and my family.

I felt lost as a new mother, but babywearing helped me find myself again

I wish someone had told me before how special wearing your baby can be, even when you have no idea how to do it.

My first baby and I were alone in our Brooklyn apartment during a particularly cold spring with yet another day of no plans. My husband was back at work after a mere three weeks of parental leave (what a joke!) and all my friends were busy with their childless lives—which kept them too busy to stop by or check in (making me, at times, feel jealous).

It was another day in which I would wait for baby to fall asleep for nap number one so I could shower and get ready to attempt to get out of the house together to do something, anything really, so I wouldn't feel the walls of the apartment close in on me by the time the second nap rolled around. I would pack all the diapers and toys and pacifiers and pump and bottles into a ginormous stroller that was already too heavy to push without a baby in it .

Then I would spend so much time figuring out where we could go with said stroller, because I wanted to avoid places with steps or narrow doors (I couldn't lift the stroller by myself and I was too embarrassed to ask strangers for help—also hi, New Yorkers, please help new moms when you see them huffing and puffing up the subway stairs, okay?). Then I would obsess about the weather, was it too cold to bring the baby out? And by the time I thought I had our adventure planned, the baby would wake up, I would still be in my PJs and it was time to pump yet again.

Slowly, but surely, and mostly thanks to sleep deprivation and isolation, I began to detest this whole new mom life. I've always been a social butterfly. I moved to New York because I craved that non-stop energy the city has and in the years before having my baby I amassed new friends I made through my daily adventures. I would never stop. I would walk everywhere just to take in the scenery and was always on the move.

Now I had this ball and chain attached to me, I thought, that didn't even allow me to make it out of the door to walk the dog. This sucks, I would think regularly, followed by maybe I'm not meant to be a mom after all.

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This is my one trick to get baby to sleep (and it always works!)

There's a reason why every mom tells you to buy a sound machine.

So in my defense, I grew up in Florida. As a child of the sunshine state, I knew I had to check for gators before sitting on the toilet, that cockroaches didn't just scurry, they actually flew, and at that point, the most popular and only sound machine I had ever heard of was the Miami Sound Machine.

I was raised on the notion that the rhythm was going to get me, not lull me into a peaceful slumber. Who knew?!

Well evidently science and, probably, Gloria Estefan knew, but I digress.

When my son was born, I just assumed the kid would know how to sleep. When I'm tired that's what I do, so why wouldn't this smaller more easily exhausted version of me not work the same way? Well, the simple and cinematic answer is, he is not in Kansas anymore.

Being in utero is like being in a warm, soothing and squishy spa. It's cozy, it's secure, it comes with its own soundtrack. Then one day the spa is gone. The space is bigger, brighter and the constant stream of music has come to an abrupt end. Your baby just needs a little time to acclimate and a little assist from continuous sound support.

My son, like most babies, was a restless and active sleeper. It didn't take much to jolt him from a sound sleep to crying like a banshee. I once microwaved a piece of pizza, and you would have thought I let 50 Rockettes into his room to perform a kick line.

I was literally walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around the house, watching the television with the closed caption on.

Like adults, babies have an internal clock. Unlike adults, babies haven't harnessed the ability to hit the snooze button on that internal clock. Lucky for babies they have a great Mama to hit the snooze button for them.

Enter the beloved by all—sound machines.

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The American Academy of Pediatrics says that newborns, especially, do not need a bath every day. While parents should make sure the diaper region of a baby is clean, until a baby learns how to crawl around and truly get messy, a daily bath is unnecessary.

So, why do we feel like kids should bathe every day?

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