OMG the crying, the colic, the spit ups (more like a drunking frat boy on a Saturday night vomiting) the multiple diaper changes, the frequent doctor visits, the sleepless nights, the nice Victoria’s Secret bras you would never wear again in fear of ruining them from your leaky boobs, a clean house, a trip to bathroom alone, but last but not least your sanity. If anyone would have told me that in 2016 I would be the mother of a 15 month old and a newborn I would have laughed in their face because there is no way God would play such a cruel joke on me, but in August 2016 that cruel joke was my reality. I was a mother of a 15 month old and a newborn. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how I would manage. My mental, physical, and emotional being would be tested. I questioned how I could possibly give my all to a 15 month old and a newborn and not completely lose myself in the process. I must admit it is harder than I would have ever imagine. There are nights when I don’t get any sleep and when I wake up in the morning looking like an extra on The Walking Dead. There are days where my house is a complete mess and I have zero energy to try to begin to clean. But let’s be real, as moms we have days when we don’t want to get up and face our reality, we would rather stay in bed and cry and try to figure out how to get through this day and try to keep a little bit of our sanity and not completely lose the person we use to be. Then there are these blissful moments when I look at my babies and I know that as a mom I am doing my best and they don’t care if I look like a zombie or covered in a frat boy magnitude of puke. They will love me regardless and will forever need me. So all of the stress and anguish that I deal with every day is totally worth it.