Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.
It was as if I lived in a world of successive failure. Month after month, benchmarked by my inability to get pregnant. I would break down at every pregnancy announcement.
"Because relationships are not just blood…it's all of the other stuff that makes us a family."
I see you, whether or not you're the one who wears the uniform.
As hard as this lifestyle can be, the level of pride I feel for the men and women of the Armed Forces is off-the-charts.
What I want to tell you most about having a husband who is gone a lot is this: It is harder on him than it is on me.
Thriving may not feel possible today. Surviving seems doable. And that's okay. I'm right there with you. Your work matters. You matter, mama.
Try not to worry–it will get easier. Eventually, your kids will even help you bend and reach toward whatever it is you need them to.
What I want to say when people ask, "What's it like to be a new mom?"
You are always with me. In those times when I lose my cool under frustration, like yesterday when Everett was whining and simultaneously the dog threw up all over the carpet, I can feel you witnessing it all. I can feel you helping me, calming me or laughing at the chaos and confusion you used to know so well.
It occurs to me that this ritual is the first of many symbolic cords we will cut.
Slowly but surely with time, everything will change.
Hello. I’m Hannah. I’m many things–a mum, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an HR professional. I have recently become the owner of a tech start-up. I have a degree in psychology. I’m a friend to so many beautiful people. I also have Bipolar Disorder.
When my oldest son would fall asleep in my arms, I wouldn't grab my phone for a picture. Instead, I would start Googling. How long should newborns sleep? Should you wake a sleeping baby? Can you spoil an infant? From the moment he shut his eyes, I would worry about what I was doing wrong.
"How does a 30-year old mom of two with no previous history of mental illness get admitted to the psych ward? This is where my memory fails me, but the diagnosis: Postpartum Psychosis."
Your experience with your precious baby will be one that, at times, can feel like it is breaking you into a million pieces–but I promise that feeling is just the start of your transformation into a stronger, wiser, humbler version of yourself.
My wish is that you will always be best friends. That you always look out for each other. Continue to be each other's biggest fans.
This scar represents my own grit. My own tenacity. My own stubbornness. Things I now pass down to my daughter.
After my son was born, all I wanted was sleep. But I was scared of closing my eyes for fear of something happening to him during that time. I couldn’t shut my mind off from all the irrational thoughts running through it.