Bumble Mama Profile

Such a pleasure to introduce you to Bumble Mama Erin and her beautiful little one, Baby Meyer. This gorgeous Bumble Mama’s candid look at motherhood will have you smiling and laughing learning that you weren’t alone in those Google searches on baby’s stool colors. Her honest experience at motherhood in those first few weeks are comical, fun and will leave you wanting to shout “Welcome to the Club!” To read even more of Erin’s stories, you should visit her hilariously named blog “Who Else But Erin?” One of our personal favorites is “Beware of the Pregnant Lady in Row 12!“.

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Eleven weeks ago, I gave birth to my first child, a daughter named Meyer London. And while I thought I had been somewhat prepped for motherhood by my friends, my family and that handy What To Expect When You’re Expecting book, there were some things that no one could have told me. Things that I would simply have to experience to know true motherhood.

For the first few days once she was home, Meyer was not pooping at all. When I took her to the pediatrician for her first appointment that week, I voiced my concern to the doctor. She told me that if she didn’t poop that day then I could try using a rectal thermometer to speed things along. I was all ready to utilize the thermometer that night when the inevitable happened. Meyer pooped! I cheerfully changed her diaper, got her dressed again and before I could bring her into the other room, I heard that unmistakable gush of a poop. Wow, she was on a roll! I carefully removed her diaper and reached for the wipes when- WHOOSH! She had projectile pooped all over me, the changing table and that poor pink teddy bear bystander while her legs were in the air. I called for my mom as I tried to compose myself. “Is this normal?” I asked her, as she bent over laughing. “I’ve never seen a baby projectile poop!” she confessed. But funny enough, she saw Meyer do it three more times that week.

I always thought that I wouldn’t be one of those moms who never had time to herself to either get a few lunges in while the baby was napping or paint my nails quickly while my husband was giving her a bath. But I soon realized that nothing else mattered than that baby. I don’t think I brushed my hair or even looked in the mirror that first week that I brought her home. I would rather lie on the couch and stare at her little face all day than drag my butt in the shower.

I thought that I met my Google search quota in my twenties looking up every single fact that I could about a boy that I was obsessed with but I was wrong! Motherhood has completely changed my Googling game! I have Googled everything from ‘baby belly button goop’ to ‘is my baby’s poop supposed to look like mustard?’ (And yes, mustard poop is completely normal).

I never knew how many baby products there were out there until I ran out of wipes and found myself in Target, overwhelmed by nasal aspirators, thermometers and swaddling blankets. Did I really need all of these products? Would I be a bad mom if I didn’t get that certain brand of diapers? The answer? No and no. You’ll figure out what products your baby needs and realize that a diaper is a diaper and you go through them so fast that it doesn’t matter how cute those little monkeys on the front are when it is saturated with pee.

I thought I was emotional before I gave birth but nothing compares to those post pregnancy hormones. Every day I felt like I was in a glass case of emotion, crying while just looking at Meyer’s beautiful face. I cried because I didn’t want to ever bring her on a plane, send her to Kindergarten or let her drive once she turned sixteen. Why was I even thinking about this now? But I never want to let my baby out of my sight! Uh-oh, here come those tears again!

Modesty completely goes out the window once you give birth. I had about sixteen nurses and doctors staring at my lady parts along with my husband, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and mom. But did I care? Nope! And as much as you try to be discreet while breastfeeding in public with those cute nursing scarves, when the baby is hungry, she needs to eat now! And if there is an accidental nipple flashing while trying to nurse at the Peterson Automotive Museum (true story) then those tourists will just have to deal with it!

The most amazing feeling that no one can describe to you is the love that overcomes your body the minute you lock eyes with your newborn for the first time. It is an incredible feeling that I hope everyone will get to experience one day. And it doesn’t stop there. The second I saw my husband with Meyer, my heart melted. Motherhood is the most amazing, challenging, exhausting and joyful experience that I have ever felt. And as much as I hope all of you will have that feeling one day, no one will ever be able to describe it for you and like me, you will have to experience it yourself to understand.

Happy Halloween!

IMG_1931Ever since I can remember, Halloween has been my favorite holiday. I’m not sure if it was the overabundance of candy or the costumes that sealed the deal for me, but either way, I am obsessed with everything Halloween! I can still remember the feeling I got when I returned home from Trick or Treating and dumped the entire contents of that magical, orange, pumpkin bucket onto the living room floor. It was like I was the richest kid in the world! And most of my costumes were hand-made as a kid so watching my mom bring my idea for a costume to life was amazing! And I wasn’t a typical ‘I want to be a witch’ kind of kid. Oh no! My ideas were very specific, and they still are.  In Kindergarten, I wanted to be Cinderella but my dress had to be as ruffle-y as they come! And when I was about 10 years old, I had to be Lydia from Beetlejuice fully equipped with her spider web cape. (That same year, my little sister was Wedding Day Midge. That’s right. Not just simple ol’ Barbie, but her red-headed side kick, Midge. ON HER WEDDING DAY!) I’m pretty sure every single house we went to looked at us, cocked their heads and questioned who we were supposed to be. And my love for Halloween has been strong ever since. I even had my first kiss with my now husband on Halloween…. dressed as a Honey Badger!
image3I love to get very creative with my costumes and most of the time it’s straight up OVER ambitious. I find these things on Pinterest that look so easy and amazing, buy all the items I need, and then find myself up to my neck in tulle, sequins, fabric glue, glitter, a needle and thread, a towel for the sweat pouring down my face and a cocktail or two the night before Halloween, racing to get it done in time! I usually pull it off but sometimes I wish I could just buy a costume in a bag and be over it. But there’s no fun in that! I like to creative my costume and really become the character I am supposed to be. One year I was a peacock (with a tail that I ended up losing in a cab), a few years ago I was Miss Argentina from Beetlejuice (I got an eye infection from the teal makeup that I had smeared over my entire body) and when I was pregnant I had to incorporate my belly and dressed up as Juno.

image4I hope to pass on my love of Halloween to my daughter and so far, she seems to enjoy it as much as me! Before I had Meyer, Halloween used to be a night to dress up in skimpy clothes and go out with my friends and party. Now, it’s a family filled holiday that is full of carving pumpkins, decorating the house, baking pumpkin everything, trick-or-treating and family themed costumes! Since Meyer was born, I have had two Halloween costumes per year, because I know the time is limited before she gets to choose what she wants to be. Right now, she is only 19 months old so I get to pick what she dresses up as but there will come a day (next year maybe?) when she will be telling me what she wants to be. Will I be able to suggest other costumes or just dress up as her sidekick? (Cut to next Halloween when I am dressed up as Mickey Mouse standing next to a beaming Minnie Mouse).

image2Last year, she was a fluffy white chicken and I was her farmer and this year she is going to be E.T., my husband is going at Elliott (all he has to do is wear a red hooded sweatshirt) and I will be Gertie. Sounds simple, right? Our second family themed costume is where I am putting all my energy…. we are going to New Orleans for the Voodoo Music and Arts Experience and we are all going as Will Ferrell characters. Pictures will follow, I promise!  Meyer’s costume is simple yet hilarious (she is dressing up with her cousin, Bailey) and mine involves a lot of gold. I am still trying to vacuum the glitter out of my rug and am finding it everywhere all over the house. Happy Halloween everyone!

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

IMG_9808My husband and I love sports and having a baby wasn’t going to stop us from enjoying ourselves at the ballpark, stadium or track. We were determined to bring our daughter along with us and ensure that she also liked sports, or at least could tolerate hanging out with us while we enjoyed the game. She loves food, people watching and being outside. Meyer has to enjoy sports, it runs in her blood. My husband and I recently went to Houston, Detroit and Baltimore all in one weekend to see three baseball games. I mean, her dad’s bucket list consists of visiting every MLB ballpark in the U.S. and her mom has been obsessed with Jeff Gordon for over 20 years! So far in her 19 months on Earth, Meyer has seen two NFL games (the Los Angeles Rams and the Los Angeles Chargers), an NHL game (Los Angeles Kings), an NBA game (the Sacramento Kings) and three MLB games (the Oakland A’s, the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Seattle Mariners). That’s quite a track record, right? I don’t think she has even been to that many kid’s birthday parties!
IMG_0859 2But bringing your kids to a sporting event isn’t always just about watching the game/race. It is a family adventure full of food, excitement and lasting memories. It also is a whole other ballgame (no pun intended) when you take your little ones to a professional sporting event…be prepared for that! It’s obviously not the same time that you and your husband used to have (beer, hot dogs and following what if going on play-by-play). You can still have beer (it just may get spilled or warm quicker) and a hot dog (you may have to share), but the amount of time you actually spend watching the game is a lot less than the amount of time you spend watching your baby. I think we were at halftime at the Chargers game before I even looked out onto the field. You need to be an amazing multi-tasker to handle all of this and be very, very patient (there are a lot of drunk people at sporting events). Sometimes it’s almost like you are on the field yourself. ‘We now see Mom reaching over to catch that beer her kid knocked over before it dumps all over the unsuspecting fan in front of you. And there goes the bag of crackers, nice catch Mom! What, you’re antsy and can’t sit still on this extremely comfortable aluminum chair? Okay, no problem, Mommy comes in with the save because she has a book in the baby bag. Here read this. Oh crap, the guy in seat 15 is coming back, and we stand up! Meyer, do not grab his nachos!’
IMG_0301The most important thing I always stress is to be prepared! And not just for your baby. I was once changing Meyer in the bathroom at a game when a girl came up next to me and started pulling out every last paper towel from the dispenser. I looked over at her funny and she explained to me that her husband has just threw up all over himself. I handed her an entire pack of baby wipes and said, “your baby needs these more than mine!” And then once while my friend and I were taking turns changing our babies in the bathroom at the Chargers game, there was a lady waiting for the changing table just holding her baby and the diaper. Really? No wipes, changing pad or antibacterial spray? No problem! We wiped down the changing table for her and offered up a few of our items. Hey, you have to help other Moms out because you never know when you will be in the same situation. Since we are exposing her early, we are hoping that Meyer will grow up loving sports like her parents and she can join us on our next NFL/NASCAR/NBA trip. But with me being from Maine and my husband being from Los Angeles, the only predicament she will face is her team loyalty. Meyer will be a loyal Patriots/Raiders, Red Sox/Dodgers and Bruins/Kings fan for life!

Lessons for My Daughter

With all of the hate, uncertainty and opposition in our world today, I want to make sure that my daughter learns to respect and love others and understands what is important in life. Here are a few of my life lessons for Meyer:

IMG_1828Be brave. Be kind. Dream big and don’t be afraid to achieve those dreams. Laugh until your belly hurts. Stay humble. Be nostalgic and enjoy the classics. (Meyer- Mommy is going to teach you all about Saved By the Bell, *NSYNC and Barbie and the Rockers). Don’t hold grudges, it’s a waste of energy. Stand up for yourself and others. Help a stranger. Hold hands with your significant other. It’s OK to take an entire day to binge watch your favorite TV show and eat only Gummy Bears. Be passionate. Put down your cell phone for a whole hour. Appreciate your parents. (Once you become a parent, you realize all the sacrifices they made for you). Count your blessings. Travel.

imagesRespect your elders. Be patient. Give compliments. Stop and smell the roses, or your Grandma’s banana bread or your baby. Be fearless. Be grateful for every breath, your life could change in a second. Act like a kid, it will keep you young. Fight hard but make up harder. Thank the Lord. Tell your friends and family that you love them every day. Give to charity. Dance around the house in your underwear. Eat your veggies but also indulge in sweets. Don’t judge others. Be compassionate. Love with all of your heart. Stop the hate.