Becoming a mother is life changing. As soon as that pregnancy tests reads positive, your life will never be the same. It’s like being frozen at the top of a hill on rollercoaster; you see that positive test and the wind is knocked right out of your lungs. You can’t even breathe. You are paralyzed by how real things just got. There is no going back. With that realization, the rollercoaster is nudged right down a very tall, very steep hill. It goes FAST and there is no stopping it. First, you literally puke your guts up, then you find yourself throwing your hands in the air and learning to enjoy the ride. Even though you wanted to be pregnant, it happened much faster than you thought it would. You didn’t have much time to prepare yourself for the idea.
Pregnancy is strange–the days are long, but the weeks are so very short. You feel like a nauseous, waddling, fire-breathing dragon–there aren’t enough tums at Walgreen’s to tame that heartburn! And don’t get me started on the cravings. At the same time, you feel amazing, like you are the luckiest person alive for being part of such a miracle. With every kick, every hiccup, you get more and more attached the little life that’s taken over your body. You look forward to every single ultrasound, falling more in love with the little guy each time you catch a glimpse of him. You would do anything for this tiny baby, even though you haven’t officially met yet.
Your belly literally grows overnight. There is no gradual transition. First, your just you. Then all of the sudden, you’re pregnant you. Next thing you know, you’re a whale. Then you become a woman in labor; you’re in pain, you’re scared, you’re so excited, all at once. It’s a rollercoaster of complications that you weren’t expecting. You are scared for your baby’s life. It’s the opposite of your well-thought out birth plan. But you don’t have time to dwell on that right now, because you need to focus on getting this baby out as quickly and safely as possible. Next thing you know, you’re so exhausted you can’t think straight and your baby is being handed to you. You’re officially a mother. Just like that. It seems like you found out about your pregnancy just yesterday, and now you are holding a tiny human that you made. You are so SO relieved that he is okay. It’s incredible, and mind-boggling.
Now you are getting discharged from the hospital. You’re in so much pain from the delivery that you’re surprised you are even allowed to leave. You change out of that pink hospital gown into your own clothes and you finally allow yourself to look in the mirror for the first time. Your stomach seems so flat after being the size of a beach ball for months. You feel so much lighter, and look more like the old you-but you don’t feel like the old you at all. You’re feeling brave, so you lift up your shirt to survey the damage: it looks like you got in a fight with a tiger and the tiger won. There are bright red, angry stretch marks, like claw marks, on either side of your belly button. Your skin is looser. For 9 months, you religiously applied stretch mark prevention creams and oils, only for your efforts to fail. You were hoping so badly that you’d escape the horrors of stretch marks, but there they are, and your body is ruined. You decide to buy stretch mark fading cream next chance you get.
A nurse pushes you to the hospital exit in a wheelchair. You and your husband buckle baby in his car seat, and your on your way home–your first car ride as a new family of three. You are parents now; your husband has become a father and it’s amazing. You realize there are no doctors and nurses anymore, it’s all on you to keep this baby alive and well. You’re nervous about this, but so excited to go home. You can’t wait to sleep in your bed; you haven’t slept in days. You’re terrified your milk will never come in (little do you know, you’re going to wake up in a puddle of it in the morning and your boobs are going to be huge and painful, forcing you to head to Motherhood Maternity for bras that fit).
It’s been 4 days, and you’re still pretty sore. You can barely walk up the stairs. Nothing prepared you for how bad this pain would be (not that you let it stop you); thankfully, you are getting a little better everyday. You’re up every 2-3 hours for feedings and diaper changes. You find yourself falling asleep with baby on your chest, in the middle of burping him. When you’re awake, you can’t stop staring at him; he is just so beautiful. You are reeling from this whirlwind of motherhood. In less than a week, you’ve been pregnant, in labor, in the hospital with a brand new baby boy, now you’re home with him, and you’re a mom now. This baby you’ve dreamed about, and waited 9 months for is finally here, snuggled up to your chest. It doesn’t even seem real. It all happened much too fast to be real. You don’t feel like the same person you were 9 short months ago; you don’t even look the same. You’re husband is more than your husband now, he’s the father of your child–and a very good one. Every time you look at your son, you remember how blessed you are to be together–both of you were lucky to have made it through that delivery. Your story could have had a much different, very tragic ending. This realization gives you the strength to go on when you are exhausted and overwhelmed. You don’t always nap when baby does; instead, you end up playing card games with your husband and relatives. You just want to feel normal for a minute, to remember that you’re still you.
You find yourself mourning the loss of the birth experience you wanted, but didn’t get. This feeling is vey unexpected and throws you for a loop. You and your baby are healthy, and things could have been so much worse. Yet, you are sad–sad that coming into this world was so incredibly hard on your sweet baby, and sad that you missed out on those first few precious hours of bonding time with him. You feel like your body failed you because you had to be induced, and in turn, you failed your son. You even have flashbacks sometimes. Your body feels completely wrecked, and you worry that it will never be the same again. But then, you remind yourself how blessed you are–you allow yourself to be a little sad, but you refuse to sink into a full-blown depression. The love from your husband and newborn is so healing, washing over you when you need it most.
The relatives fly home and husband goes back to work. The reality of motherhood sets in, and you get so lost in it. You struggle with your identity at times, feeling as if your life has been turned upside down, while everyone else’s goes on like normal. It has been months and you’re still up every single night. The baby won’t take naps or go to bed without you. You are so jealous of your sleeping husband…you resist the urge to punch him because he gets to sleep and you don’t. You feel like a jersey cow; if you’re not attached to a pump, you have a baby attached to you. Baby has a meltdown every time you go to the grocery store and it’s a nightmare. You spend all day trying to keep up with the demands of the baby and the house, yet you have nothing to show for it when your husband gets home. The baby throws food on your just-mopped floors and refuses to take naps so you don’t have time to fold the heaps of laundry. You desperately try to do it all, and feel like a failure when you can’t. Since you’re not working anymore, you “should” be able to get it all done, there is no excuse. You need to cut yourself some slack, but you don’t. You meet everyone else’s needs but your own. Everybody always needs something all the time–the dog is barking to go outside, baby’s crying because he dropped his pacifier again, husband needs a clean uniform for work, dinner is burning and the UPS guy is at the door. You feel like a robot with dying batteries.
You have the added challenge of being a military family–the closest grandparents are 4,000 miles away. Your stuck on a rock in the middle of the ocean with nobody. Sometimes, your husband has to leave for duty assignments. When that happens, everything is on your shoulders. That’s when baby starts teething and getting up 10 times a night. He learns to crawl and get into everything just in time for you to have no help whatsoever. You’re lucky to eat or get a shower. You somehow make it through a month of this, with no sleep. But your stronger for it. You’ve just proved to yourself that you can hold down the fort with a baby while your military man is serving his country. This gives you confidence; confidence that you can handle things on your own, so your husband doesn’t have to worry while he is gone.
In the midst of that blur of craziness and exhaustion, there are moments of clarity that give you strength and hope. Your husband volunteers to get up with the baby so you can get some sleep, helps you with the dishes and sends you out of the house to get your nails done–all without being asked (he’s just that awesome). The baby gives you that first slobbery kiss. Your son lights up when daddy walks into the room, and seeing the two together melts your heart in a way you can’t explain. Your 5-month old says “mama” for the first time and you LOVE being his mama; you feel like the luckiest mama in the world. Those big blue eyes and that precious smile keep you going. You watch him grow and are so proud of him every time he learns something new. Even though you’ve spent countless hours singing lullabies and rocking him to sleep, you love being able to hold him and cuddle him. It’s already going by fast, and you know the days of having him lie still in your arms are numbered. When you finally get him to eat real food and sleep through the night, it feels like a huge victory. You slowly start getting your sanity back; well, some of it anyway. 😉 You find that as your baby grows, so do you; you grow as a mother every single day. You get more and more comfortable in your own skin, and more confident in your new identity.
A year passes and your cute little baby has become a handsome, busy toddler. He is so sweet, smart and amazing. Your husband still loves you, and he’s still an incredible father. You’re amazed and how your body was able to recover from the trauma of childbirth. Your stretch marks aren’t so angry anymore–they’ve faded quite a bit, actually. Your down to your pre-pregnancy weight, but you still don’t look like the old you. Your stomach still isn’t perfectly flat, after all, it was stretched beyond it’s limits only 15 months ago. Your boobs shrink because they are no longer making milk. You get depressed about this for a few days, no thanks to the lady who pointed at your not-so-flat belly and asked about your “pregnancy.” But you get over it. You’re slowly learning to love yourself and not care what anyone else thinks. You have come out on the other side of the biggest transition you’ve ever undergone in your life. You’ve been on one heck of journey is such a short amount of time. You’ve realized that your well of strength was much deeper than you thought. Your son teaches you just as much as you teach him, if not more. You have a beautiful family and you’ve never felt more complete. You have become “mom,” and you didn’t lose yourself after all; you have only just found yourself.