God, how do I describe it?
It’s been life changing to say the least. Yet I do believe that is officially the understatement of the century.
This week I learned the extent of my pain tolerance and that without an epidural I may never have wanted another child in the future.
This week I learned that my heart hadn’t even begun to love to it’s greatest abilities until now.
This week I learned to trust my instincts even when making decisions that I’ve never been faced with. Like when your gut tells you your baby is starving, you tell the nurse to shove her opinions up her butt and go get some formula.
And this week I learned that you can’t teach instinct. So when the lactation consultant tries to show you how it’s done but you know you’ve already got this, feel free to tell her to leave because you and baby are rock stars.
This week I learned that just because you’re overdue doesn’t necessarily mean you’re having a 10 pound baby. I learned to trust my body completely.
This week I learned that it’s possible to have a physical connection to someone else, even when the cord is cut. And when you hear them cry because someone took them out of your arms to prick them with a needle and they are hurting, you will cry, too. And it’s ok if you do.
This week I truly understand how much my parents love me.
This week, I became a hero in my husband’s eyes.
And he became one in hers.
This week I learned that everyone who told me that sleep deprivation is awful has never woken up to this smile.
This week I learned that swaddling is good.
But skin on skin is 100 times better.
This week I became a momma.
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