A little more about me…
It wasn’t long ago that I was so incredibly lost and overwhelmed in the trenches of this whole mama-hood gig that I didn’t know up from down, let alone how to get the hell off the hamster wheel that kept me stuck.
Did I have the perfect vision of what motherhood looked like for me? Le duh! And it was covered in rainbows and butterflies and everything pretty that sparkles. Helloooo unrealistic expectations.
Was I prepared for motherhood?
During pregnancy, everyone was asking about our birth plan, the sex of the baby (we waited to find out at birth), the babys chosen name, and all the questions you can think of related to baby, so of course I thought I was prepared. We even went to the birthing class that taught us how to swaddle and change a diaper.
[pats self on back]
After all, I had checked all the boxes of things to prepare for according to social standards and all the pregnancy books out there.
Yet not a single person asked about what our plan was for when the baby arrived. Why would they? You give birth to a baby, go home and life as we know it goes on, right? WRONG (at least to an extent).
Of course hindsight is 20/20 and it took me almost 2.5yrs post-birth to realize how backwards and messed up that is.
When a baby is born, a mother is also (re)born.
MY POSTPARTUM STORY