As women, I don’t think we are ever more vulnerable (sensitive, wacky, hormonal, crazed or sleep deprived) than when we are pregnant or new mothers.
I wrote a post today for Smart Mom Style about my favorite newborn/baby gear and in doing so, I went through
hundreds dozens of photos I have of Lucas as a newborn and in an instant, I was transported back to those early days of being unsure of myself and scared out of my wits. Nine months of preparation turned out to be no preparation at all.
Look at him, he fit in a basket!
So tiny and fragile. I thought I would break him in half every time I changed his diaper. And those cries like bird calls were so foreign to me. So desperate. I cried too. I question my every decision and my ability to care for this little creature.
Both of us were brand new, me in my role and hm to the world. Both of us so uncertain of what was ahead of us.
The only constant was love.
Lots of trust.
Now those early days make me smile with pride. We made it!
I would go back in a heartbeat, knowing what I know now, of course, but I am also loving exactly where we are today…