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Mama, you were made for this moment.
Our kids are going to remember the feeling in their safe zone, their home, from the time "Coronavirus started spreading," and I don't want them to feel anxiety or panic.
Tonight—right now—the only thing I can do is remind myself that this will pass. The fog will lift eventually, and the fear will slip away.
It became clear to me that I needed an extra push to solidify the gains I was making.
I was disconnected from the baby and her kicking made me furious. Isolation and shame overwhelmed me. Where was this pregnancy glow I had been promised?
To say I struggled with nursing my son is an understatement. It was a battle I faced every couple of hours. There were tears and frustrations on both of our ends. I blamed it on a lot of external things: tongue tie, nipple shape, extra milk supply. It was so easy for me to externally justify why this breastfeeding thing was so challenging for me.
But I wasn't alone, and neither are you, mama.
I failed to see your fear. I failed to see your anxiety. I failed to see all the signs that you needed me desperately.
"If you are in need of help, please tell the people you love."
Even my own mother always says that I am “the one she never worried about.” Was that all just a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Having my baby didn't create new psychological or relationship challenges as much as it amplified ones I had before. The exhaustion and stress of the baby put a spotlight on these and the band-aids I had in place to keep myself together.
"I didn’t know much about mental health at the time, so I just handled it the best I could."
"... I still have tough times, but I know I'm worth it and understand that to be a good mom, wife, daughter, sister and friend, I have to take care of myself."
I could use it as a tool rather than as something that would hold me back.
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At one point I even considered calling the hospital to see if they would admit us so we could all get some sleep.
I couldn't stop it, I couldn't control it and I was wasting these amazing years with our two little kids because I was too embarrassed and because I resented these feelings.
"When my husband asked me what was wrong, I said, 'There’s just so much bad that we won’t be able to protect him from. It’s so scary and I love him so much. I wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.'"
Mothers are like rocks—we appear solid but can crumble. Crumbling isn't a sign of weakness as the rubble remains strong.