Hi!
I'm a new mama.
You know that feeling when you see your kid for the first time and you're completely overwhelmed with a new emotion that is sort of like love but way more than that and with this brand new feeling comes a brand new life that you could not have adequately prepared for if you'd tried? That's where I'm at right now. I'm married. My son was not "a surprise." I nested, I read books and articles, I got lots of advice from friends (some solicited, some not), but not matter how ready I felt to care for an infant, I was not prepared for what feels like the loss of myself. For now, my entire existence revolves around a perfect, seven-week-old, fourteen pound little nugget. I feed the baby, bathe the baby, change the baby, and take the baby to appointments. Friends and family come to see the baby, we talk about how the baby is doing... you get the picture.
I'm not just a mom. I'm also a teacher, a wife, a friend; I love reading, cooking, crafting, traveling, good coffee and cocktails. With all of these big changes learning how to take care of my little man, I have been trying to figure out where the rest of me fits in to this new mommy role. There's so much talk about the emotions you'll experience during pregnancy, but too little emphasis on the emotions that happen after the baby arrives. I've been given lots of advice about how to deal with this loss of identity, so that's not necessarily the point of this post, although that's certainly welcome. Instead, I was hoping anyone going through similar feelings could share and support one another.
Anyone out there?
I'm a new mama.
You know that feeling when you see your kid for the first time and you're completely overwhelmed with a new emotion that is sort of like love but way more than that and with this brand new feeling comes a brand new life that you could not have adequately prepared for if you'd tried? That's where I'm at right now. I'm married. My son was not "a surprise." I nested, I read books and articles, I got lots of advice from friends (some solicited, some not), but not matter how ready I felt to care for an infant, I was not prepared for what feels like the loss of myself. For now, my entire existence revolves around a perfect, seven-week-old, fourteen pound little nugget. I feed the baby, bathe the baby, change the baby, and take the baby to appointments. Friends and family come to see the baby, we talk about how the baby is doing... you get the picture.
I'm not just a mom. I'm also a teacher, a wife, a friend; I love reading, cooking, crafting, traveling, good coffee and cocktails. With all of these big changes learning how to take care of my little man, I have been trying to figure out where the rest of me fits in to this new mommy role. There's so much talk about the emotions you'll experience during pregnancy, but too little emphasis on the emotions that happen after the baby arrives. I've been given lots of advice about how to deal with this loss of identity, so that's not necessarily the point of this post, although that's certainly welcome. Instead, I was hoping anyone going through similar feelings could share and support one another.
Anyone out there?