It’s just after 7 in the morning. My little munchkin is fast asleep on my chest. Somehow we have survived almost a month. Somehow.
Life as a new mom is overwhelming. You lose all control over your life and body. Feed, burp, change diaper, soothe baby before he takes in too much air screeching, stare at this bundle in utter amazement because YOU MADE HIM and you didn’t know love like this was possible, cry for no good reason, and repeat. Brushing teeth, showering, eating and sleeping are all optional. Throw in a myriad of doctors appointments and hospital visits and you get the last month of my life.
I’d be lying if I said it has been an easy month. It hasn’t. In fact, it’s been much harder than I could have ever prepared myself for. But with so much amazing support from my family, we’ve made it to four weeks and in this moment, I actually feel calm. And happy.
There’s no real point to this post except to share my journey. It’s been a difficult one and I think it’s important to admit that. So often we don’t want to own up to the struggle because we’re ashamed and worried that it makes us bad mothers. That silence can be so deafening. So if you’re a new parent and you stumble upon my words, know that you are not alone. Know that it’s all completely normal.
And when all else fails, have faith that everyone is right and this too shall pass.