But…
I was also like her at the beginning.
I was constantly worried, tired, frustrated, upset, defeated, and fearful.
I had to keep my emotions in check because I would find myself almost always on the verge of tears. (There’s my hormones to thank for.)
I had questions on top of questions—asking if I’m doing it right or if I’m giving it my all.
Lack of sleep was a noun I know very well.
And then…
It just gets better.
Truly, the mothers who were before me, as the mothers before them, were not lying when they said, “Just hang in there.”
I kept swimming, holding on to the promise that the nights will eventually become quiet.
Baby finally settled on her own routine.
I have a little time for myself now. I become confident day by day knowing I am giving my 200% at this beautiful thing called motherhood.
I smile and gaze at my baby because she’s the best thing that has EVER happened to me.
And believe me, I’ll do it again a thousand times over.
