Mere days after I typed up my first entry as Flurt’s Mommy Blogger, my water broke.
28 and a half hours later, give or take a few minutes, I was holding my baby girl on my chest.
Abigail Noelle M was born on Saturday, March 3rd, at 8:51am. She was beautiful and tiny and perfect.
We were checked out of the hospital and headed home early Sunday afternoon.
It’s been about two and a half weeks since I gave birth to my daughter and so far I can honestly say that I love being a mom. This doesn’t really surprise me, since I always knew I was meant to be one.
Yes, I have had breakdowns about how I’m supposed to get everything done. My fiancé told me not to try to be superwoman, but I don’t listen very well. So far, I’ve managed to keep up with most of what I need to do for school. Housework happens when I have the time or when I get sick of staring at the laptop screen.
Let me share a few things that I’ve learned over the last couple weeks:
Labour is pretty damn painful. I have no shame in the fact that I pretty much begged for morphine and then an epidural. If you think your premenstrual cramps are bad, try having brutal contractions for hours.
You lose all modesty pretty quickly by the time a third nurse has checked to see how dilated you are (think a pelvic exam, but between contractions).
Labour isn’t pretty, but it’s empowering. There is something amazing about giving birth to a human life, and seeing a squirming, screaming baby and knowing that she came out of you and that you carried her for nine months.
If you can survive labour, you can survive anything.
It takes a while for the fact that “we get to take this home” to sink in.
There will be lots of tears and not very much sleep.
Concentrating on schoolwork is a major chore when there’s a hungry, fussy, or lonely baby who needs attention.
A girl can be surprisingly productive on five hours of sleep.
No matter how many horror stories women tell you, don’t worry. I have had an amazing recovery and my body is pretty much back to normal. I was out and about, walking all over the place three days after Abby was born. I was in less pain than I was by the end of my pregnancy.
If you let yourself worry about all the little things and whether you’re “doing it wrong” you will drive yourself insane. Your child does not expect perfection, just food and a clean diaper and snuggles.
For better or for worse, my life will never be the same again. And I am ok with that.