New Baby, New Chapter & Financial Realness — Let’s Catch Up

Three Kids, New Crib, New Car… and a Whole Lot of Real Talk

Yes, you heard that right — Baby #3. WOAH.

I still can’t believe I’ve had three babies in four years. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to cover it. Honestly, it’s only by God’s strength that I make it through the week — and that I even have the energy to sit here typing this right now.

Less sleep. Less time for myself. Way more money flying out the door.

I really underestimated my uterus, y’all. After I had my first baby, I wasn’t exactly on top of the “baby prevention” game. I had no clue you could get pregnant again so fast — like, give your girl a minute! I’d always read those articles saying it takes about two years for your body to fully recover from a c-section. Well, apparently my body got the memo to recover and reproduce at the same damn time.

Don’t get me wrong — I’m so thankful and blessed to be a mom of three. And I hate being that mom who sounds like she’s complaining all the time. But if I’m being real with y’all, I’d be doing a disservice if I didn’t tell the truth:

Being a mom of multiples is HARD.

I really thought having one kid was a lot — and whew, I was so wrong. With one, you still have a life. You can go places, take naps, actually enjoy silence. You get the best of both worlds — you’re a parent, but you’re still you.

I didn’t appreciate that freedom until baby #2 came…and now with baby #3? Let’s just say the toddler/newborn tag team has me in a full-blown chokehold. I know one day it’ll be sweet seeing them all bond and grow up together — but right now? This stage? It’s humbling.

I’m also not sure if it’s postpartum, hormones, or just life — but it’s giving all of the above. Lowkey.

New Baby, New Car, New Crib — And New Bills

Baby #3 didn’t just bring chaos and cuddles — he brought some major life changes too.

We got a new car. We moved into a new crib. And the bills? Oh, they’re billing.

And if I can keep it real with y’all…I have a history of not making the smartest financial decisions. I’m the type to dip into daycare money for a trip or push rent back to splurge on something I “deserve.” Is it smart? Absolutely not. But it’s real life.

Sometimes I wonder if my spending habits go way back to childhood — not because of my parents, but because I’ve always used spending to cope. Sad? Spend. Happy? Spend. Mad? Spend. Every emotion has a price tag.

And on top of all that, I’ve always leaned on that “God got me” mindset to justify my bad financial choices. Like, God’s gonna come through, right?

But here’s the thing — with three kids, I can’t afford to keep living like that. It’s not just about me or my husband anymore. Every decision we make now impacts their future. And I want to give them the world. If that means I have to sacrifice some things now, so be it…right?

Financial Glow-Up Era (Pray for Me)

I’m officially on Day 1 of my fast from fast food (pray for me, seriously), and I’m trying to take my finances more seriously. I want to share this journey with y’all — the ups, downs, and everything in between — because I know I’m not the only mom out here trying to figure it out.

If there’s one thing I can say with my whole chest:

Don’t make poor financial decisions if you can help it.

Think about the future — your future, your kids’ future, the life you really want. And if you take nothing else from this blog, please:

Get on birth control after your first baby. Unless you’re absolutely sure you can financially (and emotionally) handle more.

Kids Are a Blessing — But Timing Is Everything

Let me be clear — my regrets never come from having my babies. I love them with every piece of me. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes wonder if I had them too soon — before I was really ready, before I had myself together financially, mentally, and emotionally.

I see other moms who can stay home with their kids or afford the fancy daycares without breaking a sweat, and it makes me wonder…what if I had waited? What if I had spent more time building me first?

That’s why I’ll always advocate for waiting until you’re truly ready. Build your foundation, heal your trauma, fix your habits, and enjoy your life before you bring babies into it. Kids don’t fix you — they expose you. They show you all your toxic traits, all your triggers, and all the parts of yourself you tried to hide.

Go to therapy. Build better habits. Enjoy every season you’re in — because once those babies come, everything changes.

And everyone keeps telling me I’ll miss this stage one day. Maybe they’re right. But right now? All I can think is…I just wanna sleep..