You are Enough: Staying Confident throughout Motherhood

The scariest thing I have ever done is when I entered motherhood. It didn’t matter how many blogs I read or how much sound advice I received from other moms; I could never be prepared.

Throughout my nine months of pregnancy, I tried to stay active in body and mind. It was not easy as my belly grew, my bladder shrunk, and everything hurt. Sleeping was difficult, as was walking, sitting, standing, bathing, shaving my legs, and pretty much everything else. However, the most difficult thing for me towards the end of my pregnancy was remaining optimistic. It was at 2:00 in the morning, after my fourth bathroom trip of the night when my mind would start to race. I would become anxious, wondering what labour would be like. Would it be like the movies where the woman screams for a few minutes and suddenly there is a cooing baby on her chest? Or would I have the 48-hour labour that I have heard about? Would my baby make it out okay? I worried that I would tear super bad. I pondered what my recovery would be like. Would I produce enough milk to breastfeed? Would I ever get my pre-pregnancy body back?

More than that, I worried about bringing my baby home. How the hell was I going to get a tiny human being from the hospital to my home, safely? And once home, what was I supposed to do? Nobody was going to give me an instruction manual on how to care for an infant. Needless to say, I was terrified.

But mamas, something amazing happened. It is hard to explain but I will do my best. My labour, as it turned out, was very “textbook” according to my obstetrician. My water broke at 3:00 AM while peeing (so no mess to clean up; thanks baby!). We arrived at the hospital about an hour later after having showered and eaten breakfast. Within two hours of being at the hospital, I was put into my own room where I would labour, deliver, and recover. I was given medicine to help my contractions progress. Ladies, I am not going to describe contractions because there are no words. After contracting for about seven hours, I started pushing. It seemed like 10 minutes went by (it was actually 1 hour and 20 minutes according to my husband) and my baby was on my chest, healthy and glowing. I had one or two stitches placed, I showered, and then our families came in to meet the baby. It was exhausting, wonderful, and I will never forget it. I also don’t take it for granted because many women don’t have it as “easy” as I did.

Breastfeeding was not easy for the first couple days (I accidentally starved my child because I had no idea that she wasn’t getting enough milk), but with some help from our local public health nurses, we figured it out and she is now pleasantly plump, to say the least. Sleeping sucked, but we figured that out too. Leaving the house by myself with my new little bundle was terrifying, but I packed her up with a fully stocked diaper bag, and away we went. Trying to read my baby’s cues was difficult, but three months later I know her well, and we have some semblance of a routine.

My point in all of this is that we are all in the same boat as moms. Some of us, like me, have wonderful spouses and family to help. Some ladies are doing it solo. Some women don’t give birth at all but use other methods to become mothers. Regardless of how the child is brought into our lives, we are all scared to some degree. The beauty of it is that time passes by, and we realize that we somehow made it through the first night, the first week, the first month, and eventually the first year. It may be a blur, but it happens. Remember that you are enough. You are exactly what your baby needs. In their eyes, you are perfect. You are the nurturer, the provider, the singer, the dancer, the cuddler, and the snuggler. You are the most amazing human being to them, and they trust you. You are irreplaceable. As much as you may doubt yourself sometimes, don’t.

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