No tearing, no stitches… not even the slightest concern of how many hands were currently between my legs. There was a mirror just ahead of where my bed sat and my initial thought was to look away. But the desire to glance at the beauty of where my baby came from was more than captivating. My body was in control, regardless of the medication that reduced the tension… it was my body that told me it was time to push. Breathing through the contractions was more calming than difficult. I allowed the silence to build up, and that’s when I knew that my body had stretched just enough to allow my daughter to free herself from. A moment I’ll never forget – the strength I’ll never let go of.
I felt the warmth of my body cradle my daughter when she was placed on my chest. I looked into her eyes and could barely fight back the tears. “Do you plan to breastfeed?” I wasn’t even certain what that meant, or how it worked. But it only felt right to give it a try and see where the road led us. As my daughter latched on for the very first time, I felt a bomb of pure love detonate over and over again. The pain was mute – something I fought to completely ignore. Nurses were showing me how her lips were supposed to enclose what was meant to provide her food, her comfort. When her latch no longer needed assistance, I felt like I had been doing this for years. That natural instinct shot up my spine and gave me a dose of true motherhood. I was pleased with this new person, a girl turned woman. Each time I’ve ever entailed to prove my bravery but found to be unsuccessful… it was all worth it. This moment was all I needed to convince myself of how much power I really held within my own two hands. I was desperate to hit pause and soak up each breath, and every yawn of my newborn. I couldn’t let time pass too quickly.
Nurses by the ton were introducing themselves in the middle of the night. I could hear their voices but my eyes were almost sewn shut. When my daughter was wheeled out of our room, a piece of me stayed right by her side. I didn’t understand why I felt this weight on my chest, a force that only vanished when I heard the screetching approach my door once again. Every tear she shed was another one added to my flushed cheeks and swollen eyes. Even though I had only been a mother for a few hours, I was certain that I was headed straight for failure. Her vigorous cry filled the air and I could clearly imagine the big question mark above my head. When I thought it was obvious what I was meant to do, my confidence came crashing down and I was back to square one.
The fight I had in me was mainly supported by the staff that walked the halls during my stay. Each time I felt a doubt, a nurse was there to redirect my decision to give up. Being a mom had suddenly become easy… the help was accessible 24 hours a day and I hardly had to leave my bed. The button to my right was closely kept by my side, so that when the storm clouds swayed over me… an answer was immediately sent my way. The reality of being discharged hadn’t come to light (just yet), so the impulse to disconnect all wires and machines was still very much alive.
What could possibly go wrong? I can handle it, I’m a mom. We’ll be fine. I’m ready to go home.
I was itching to shower and wear my clothes that would hang over my new postpartum bump. The scent of the hospital gown carried a apprehension that I was trying to flee from. I was working to strengthen a courage that seemed out of reach… always at a time that I needed it the most. I was soon aware that as I stepped further away from the hospital, the nurses would not follow. Being a mom on my own… is this something I could actually handle? I wouldn’t know until the lock was turned and the door closed behind us.
As new parents, our exhaustion was high in demand and our patience for eachother was hanging by a thread. Just when I thought my hormones were raging less, they spiraled out of control and swiped me off of my feet. I felt nervous, scared and alone… even though I had an army marching behind my every move. My role as a mother felt like it was coming to an end, faster than I could keep up with. My daughter deserved the absolute best care and I hesitated to know whether I could give that to her.
Her cries sprang through my body and hers. She arched her back and clenched her fists. In a moment of utter weakness, I bawled my eyes out right there with her. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do…
There were no nurses, no call button. My heart pounded with uncertainty, but I was certain that what I felt was defeat.
Thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us. It must be so hard learning how to be a mother. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading!
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This really does pull at my heart string because i know exactly how it feels! I can’t wait for the next! x
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Aw, thanks! Iβm glad you were able to relate!
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It’s a whole new world out there.. when a child is born something dies too – our life as we knew it;) Being a mother changes you forever. I love it!
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It does change you, for the better! Such a rollercoaster but one I never want to get off of.
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Really enjoyed this post. Iβm a new dad myself (18 months) and am about to be again. Itβs difficult to understand what goes through your wifeβs head but this gives a point of view I hadnt considered. Thank you.
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Thank you so much! And congrats x2! Itβs difficult (in general) to understand a womanβs mind, but motherhood definitely takes the win!
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The problem is, no one will ever understand the way the other thinks! And thanks were very excited!
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This is a beautifully written article. I really enjoyed reading it, thank you for sharing your experiences. It has to be really hard to learn to become a mom.
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Thank you for the kind words! Itβs hard but also so rewarding.
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How beautifully you’ve written this post! Indeed becoming a new mom and taking up all the baby tasks is really challenging but slowly the things settle and we become well aware of parenting:)
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Thank you! Yes, it all becomes easy in a snap of a finger!
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I really enjoyed reading this post and thank you for sharing your experiences. It’s so beautifully written, I can’t wait to read the next one! x
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Thank you! Iβm so glad youβre always enjoying them!
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This made me tear up bc I relate so much! I felt so many of those feelings. Had my baby girl in July (/!: had a traumatic birth with needing a vacuum and 4th degree tearing) and I loved that little sweetpea so much but when we got home it was so overwhelming and I didn’t think I could do it. I realized soon it wasn’t just the normal baby blues and hormones but PPD and postpartum anxiety that came on soon after her birth and very strong. I got help and I’m doing better now but that first month was really hard and makes me sad when I think about it sometimes bc I was sooo defeated and I would cry about how I wanted to be her mom but I couldn’t. Thanks for sharing β€
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Aww Iβm sorry you had such a rough time! PPD is so real, and I suffered from it too. But itβs so normal to feel like youβre not doing enough, when in fact weβre doing everything we can and as best as we can. Newborns have a hard time adjusting to the real world as we have a hard time adjusting to a new baby! Iβm glad to hear that youβre doing better β₯οΈ
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Those first few days with a new baby are such a rush of emotion and exhaustion and stress and hormones- especially for mama! Great piece, as always!
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You are so right! Thank you!
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This brought back so many memories- especially those moments that both my girls first latched onto me. It was so empowering to know that I not only had grew this human and kept them alive for 9 months but that I was now going to continue to keep them alive for more time. It was amazing- I don’t think those hormones and fears struck me tip a few months later and the reality of lack of sleep hit.
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Everything about motherhood is so empowering to me, especially knowing that my milk is what keeps my kids thriving. Here I am, two years later… still nursing and added another into the mix!
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Wow, you really captivated the moment in this post. Thanks for sharing your deep emotions, you feel it through your words. And youβre a excellent writing. Have a wonderful Christmas π€
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Thank you so much! Enjoy your holiday!
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Your post is always so captivating and heart touching. You are such a beautiful writer.
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Thank you so much!
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Girrrrrl, this is absolutely beautiful and perfect and so spot on. thank you for your vulnerability! This is a beautiful read.
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Aww thank you! Really means a lot to me!
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So beautifully written. I remember how scary it was when I took my newborn baby home for the first time. You depicted it perfectly.
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It was such a scary moment, even the second time around! Thank you!
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This was quite a moving piece to read and so well written in describing how your mind was responding at the time. I think the majority of mothers face similar doubts and fears to varying degrees and reading something like this really lets them know they are not alone.
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Iβm sure they can relate, more than they even realize!! I hope this will help all new moms and dads see that they arenβt alone in the way they think.
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So beautiful! Although a lot of details of labor are now fuzzy as the years have passed, I will always remember that first time seeing each of my children.
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Thatβs a detail I will always remember!! x2 now!
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Thank you for sharing. I had a difficult time becoming a mother! I love that time is very loving to us though π
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Thank you for reading!
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I totally felt defeated with my second. He didn’t latch on and had colic from the get-go… Even if your not a first time mom you can feel this way! Your writing is always so powerful.
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Oh, of course! My second left me feeling useless at times… he was colic as well, and most of the time I didnβt know how to help him. Thank you!
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Beautifully written! I felt every ounce of emotion.
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Thanks so much!
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THAnk you for sharing your experience xx
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Thanks for reading!
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Thanks for sharing! This brought back memories to my first child. I remember it all so clearly…. the first latch, the smell of the hospital…. and the feeling of defeat. My first son had colic and those months were so hard.
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I didnβt realize how hard it was to care for a colic baby until my son was born. Regardless of how many times I nursed him, he was still upset the moment he unlatched. Thankfully, he has grown out of it now!
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Very beautiful story. No matter how much pain your in at the time, in the end its a great feeling to have your baby.
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The feeling was almost indescribable! Thank you!
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Love your writing. Helps me know what’s ahead for me. Thanks for sharing your experiences!
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Thank you for reading!
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Ugh this absolutely describes how I’ve felt with both of my babies after bringing them home.
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Same for me, for one and two!! Itβs so normal yet super overwhelming.
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So beautifully written! There are so many things that you just don’t know unless you’re a mother. Thank you for sharing your experience.
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Thanks so much! It takes time to learn things but the overwhelming feeling definitely went away!
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Thanks for sharing your journey- the good, the hard and the inbetween!
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Thanks so much for reading!
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Such a touching and moving read. Thank you so much for sharing your experiences.
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Thank you kindly!
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