An intro to my (real) baby story…

I am Hilary. I am 28 years old. I am a registered nurse and I work on the labour and delivery and postpartum unit. I am also an international board certified lactation consultant.
I have a 5 year old stepson named Amari, and a 3.5 month old daughter named Paris. My fiance is handsome af, and you’ll never pronounce his name on the first try- Egiroh. Told you. It’s pronounced “A-dro”. He is a neurology resident and the most intelligent person I know, but I don’t tell him that too often in fear it may go to his head. We are opposite, but compliment eachother beautifully, and we’re better together than either of us ever were apart. We met at the hospital in 2014 and the rest is history.
And we have a lot of history :)
I also have a bitchy cat named Caprii, who I love dearly.
I’m partially here to vent, and I’m partially here to find some community- the community of moms, who still want to have style and flair with their tired eyes and shirts covered in baby spit up. I’m no different than anyone else, except that I’m a lot more honest than most people. I talk about difficult, uncomfortable things and I’m just as worried about being judged as you are.
I planned on starting this blog when I found out I was pregnant, a year ago. I wanted to document, share and talk about everything I was experiencing. I am a very perceptual person which has both positives and negatives in this millennial generation, and I craved the feeling writing has always given me- a sense of home. Well, a year has come and gone and I’ve yet to begin, and now I don’t know where to begin other than what was truly “the beginning”.

On May 11th at 2:29pm Paris Clare Omene was born and my life changed in the most incredible way. A void I didn’t know existed was filled love and oxytocin flooded my life, home and heart. Society talks about children with a sound of exhaustion and people make birth sound like something we should be very, very afraid of. I hate that and I want to change that. Motherhood is the best new adventure I have ever signed up for and I wouldn’t trade it for any other luxury in the world. Yes, I believe motherhood is a luxury and I am blessed to be experiencing it. I hope to share this experience with you and bring a small dose of hope, positivity and/or laughter your way. If nothing else, maybe you will be the mom who can really relate to the bitchy comment I am about to make:
Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell when the baby is sleeping?.
Writing opportunity over. This is why it’s taken a year to start.
Chat soon.
XO,
Hilary
