I’m that mom that you judged in target today because my shirt was riddled with spit up and my hair was in a messy pony.

I’m that mom that you saw struggling to carry her infant because I hurt my back really bad and I’m not supposed to lift more than 10 pounds.

And I am that Mom that you judged for buying targets up&up; gentle formula instead of enfamils because they are the exact same formula and both are great at keeping my son healthy and fed.

I am proud to be that Mom because I worked my ass off to keep my miracle growing healthily inside me, I work hard everyday trying to take care of him and my home while I’m broken down. I am proud to have spit up because some women may never know the simple (yet gross) joy of that. I wasn’t supposed to be able to have a baby and he’s a healthy four month old.

Judge me all you want 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️