Ella is now almost 7 weeks old, and I am really getting back into the swing of things. I have lost most of the baby weight (comes off due to breast feeding) and can fit into some of my old clothing. As I mentioned here, I am only able to wear skirts and tops as opposed to dresses, so the vast majority of my wardrobe is still hanging in my closet, not worn in over a year.
As this is my third child, I knew that expectations of ‘glamour’ had to be loosened. Though I wish I could look like this:
I knew there was really no point. Frankly, on most days I don’t even leave the house! Even though I love to dress up, I get depressed when I put on my full face and ensemble, and then sit on the couch. Plus I don’t want baby spit-up on my vintage clothing.
So I had to redefine my definition of glamour. I might not be able to set my hair in curlers, but I could brush it and put it in a sassy ponytail; I might even have time to pin in a flower! I might not be willing to put on a vintage dress, but I could throw on a circle skirt with a t-shirt. I might even have time to add some jewelry! And I might not be able to wear my full face of make-up, but I always had time for some eyeliner and mascara. I might not be able to look like the above Dita, but I could look like this:
It all depends on how you define glamour. For me, glamour is feeling good about yourself and part of feeling good about yourself is not having unrealistic expectations. Yes, I would love to be perfectly coiffed every day, but that is an unrealistic expectation for myself. On the other hand, I love to cook, therefore having a well prepared meal is something I work hard to achieve even after having a baby. Another glamorous mama might not want to cook so she will order food for her family, but she will dress from head to toe. Still another glamorous mama might not be able to do either, but will make sure she gets out for her mani/pedi every week- something I still have yet to do since Ella arrived. The point is to feel good about what you can achieve, not beat yourself up for what you let go.
To that end, here is my first fashion photo in a long time:
This was the first day I was really able to get an entire outfit and make-up and jewelry and take a photo since Ariella entered my life. I love every minute of it! Nothing is vintage (except the bracelets) so I wont be devastated if it gets ruined, but it still has a retro vibe and I feel good in it, which is the most important thing.
So to those of you who have had kids, have you found it more difficult to dress in the morning? What about the things you enjoyed before the baby came- are you still doing those activities? If not, how do you feel about that? Do you think you could make the time or effort for at least one thing you enjoy? Are you beating yourself up regarding expectations, or are you using this time as a wonderful excuse to let certain things go?