The first few weeks of postpartum life are honestly a blur. I can remember being soaked in breastmilk, spit up, blood, or sweat. I was exhausted, in pain, and emotional. Overall, I was happy. Life was just different. I started to realize that I was never truly alone anymore. The newly placed guilt in my heart crippled me from doing the things that I once loved. My daughter was here and she was my new responsibility. This was how I felt after Baby E was born.
Fast forward 20 short months later to the birth of my second baby. Right as I was starting to feel somewhat comfortable in my role as a mother, I was forced into a completely new territory (but somewhat familiar) as a mother of two. I was back in the trenches of being emotional, overly hormonal, and exhausted. Only this time, I had an additional person who completely counted on me.
To say that I was physically and emotionally exhausted is an understatement. But here I am, y’all! 9 months later and feeling like I am steadily getting my groove back (Insert Salsa Dancer emoji here). Baby J still isn’t sleeping a full 12 hours uninterrupted. Baby E is sassier than ever. They’re both requiring a lot more attention than before. I’m still exhausted every day. Overall, I’m starting to feel a little bit more like “me”. With that being said, I want to share my “journey” in efforts to help any new mamas see that there is light at the end of the tunnel (I guess- I’m no motherhood expert, haha).