Motherhood is truly a remarkable gift and a privilege that I hold very close to my heart. Being a mother means being completely and totally overwhelmed by love, joy, responsibility, and selflessness. Is a lifetime adventure, the hardest non-paying 24-hour job you will ever do, you’re basically a life coach, cheerleader, policewoman, listener, superhero, friend, cook, housekeeper, and confidant. Though it is maddening, terrifying at times, but It’s an endless journey that makes life worth living.
Pregnancy can be hard, it comes with its own unique set of challenges. I lost 10 pounds by puking so much, and I’m so afraid of bedtime because I knew it was another long night of not sleeping and trying to get comfortable.
The physical aspects of pregnancy are no joke. But three things I remember fondly from my pregnancy with my baby boy. One is hearing his heartbeat for the first time, Second is I felt him move for the first time. It was amazing. The other thing is that as he grew I felt his hiccups and he also became more and more active he would give my belly a real workout. Those are my memories, and I still cherish them.
The joy as a mother is that my son has enhanced my life in so many ways. He taught me to be more patient, more loving, and much more appreciative of every moment we have together as a family. This has made me a much happier person.
The saddest moment is when breastfeeding is over. After 3 months of breastfeeding my baby, I found out I had Galactocele. After one needle aspiration and secondary infection with the development of breast abscess. I was put on medication that would filter into my breast milk, and we didn’t want the baby to get it. So I had to stop breastfeeding.
I was devastated. It sent me into a horrible postpartum depression. I felt like my body failed me and failed my baby. I wasn't ready to let go and always had the thought of relactate, but milk-filled cysts can come back or may develop new cysts. So I had no choice but to seek advice from other moms, there are so many stories of breastfeeding difficulties and pains that are silent and unheard.
Don’t try to be a perfect mother. A mother doesn’t have to be perfect. There is no such thing as being the perfect mother. No one is perfect. No child is perfect either. Trust your instincts and don’t judge yourself through social media. Do not be hard on yourself or get discouraged if you fail. If you fall down, get back up, and try something else. Good parenting skills are developed through trial and error.
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