the boho cure*
me a few hours ago post nose piercing, taken with my camera phone
Last night I had a mommy meltdown. Just sooo tired and premenstrual and unable to calm my poor crying baby (for hours all night long).
So I brought him into my sleeping husband and he saw it on my face and swooped our son up and let me be.
Then I curled up into a ball and cried and bit my nails, while Boho Boy rocked the babes to sleep.
There it was. My first sleep deprived meltdown. I was told it may happen at 3 weeks.
Then I woke up this morning and Omi said to go take a few hours of "me" time outside of the house. She must have seen that I was feeling fragile and guilty and uncertain and confused.
So I gave her a kiss and Cedar a kiss and I went out.
And I drove to one of my favorite beach towns and I got my nose pierced.
And that is all it took.
I felt like me again.
I went home with newly pierced nose and held and rocked my schmook,
and kissed him all over and watched him sleep.
Just a simple nose ring did the trick for me.
It's the boho way...
But in all honesty, it is that reminder that all mommies need to not be afraid to ask for help and to take a deep breath (preferably fresh air) and do something that reminds them of who they are outside of being a mommy.
Bless sweet Omi and my dear husband for being sensitive to what I need.
I think Cedar likes my piercing. He keeps staring at my sparkly nose.