03/27/2026
The first 9 days of becoming a mother have cracked me wide open.
In the most beautiful, disorienting, soul-stretching way.
There have been moments of pure love I didnβt know my body could hold.
and moments where Iβve felt exhausted, overwhelmed, and completely undone.
Both exist. At the same time. π Neither is right or wrong.
No one really prepares you for the identity shift.
For how everything you were meets everything youβre becoming.
Suddenly my life revolves around this little squish mellow and my self care practices went completely out the door
The hormone plummet. The sleep deprivation. The healing of a body that just went through a ultra marathon. The new anxieties around this little being "is she breathing??" "Is that a rash?" "She's sneezing. Is she getting sick?"
The primal instincts to do anything and everything to keep my baby safe. It's beautiful. And it's also another mind game π
I've felt deep sadness. Deep, profound love and joy. Anger. Bliss. Anxiety. And probably every emotion in between.
Mothers - I am humbled π«ΆπΌ