There are moments in my life when I think, "This is the definition of motherhood." Spit up all over my sweater is one. For most waking hours, I have countless reminders of this. It wasn't until the middle of the night, in between one of those werewolf feedings that I realized motherhood had completely taken over my brain and body. I sat up and shook off a dream. It wasn't one where I was sitting on an island sipping cocktails or talking to an old friend. This dream was about my child's pediatrician! That's when I knew "mom" was my first title.