Alfie is 13 weeks and I've only just started to feel real happiness and like I'm enjoying motherhood.
I felt happiness, awe, and amazement for a really brief moment (four days) at the start — that disappeared pretty quickly once I came home from hospital and the reality of parenting hit me. It was nothing to do with Alfie — it was all to do with me.
I underestimated the weight a woman carries — feeding a baby from her body, the three hour feeding cycle, the anxiety around your baby's weight gain, the identity crisis, realising how hard it is to leave the house and not recognising yourself in the mirror.
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Before becoming a mother I'd spent a lot of time thinking about pregnancy and birth, but I didn’t think about that fourth trimester. It was too much at that time — something I didn't want to hear or know about. I was in denial. The thought that there could be something harder on the other side of birth is not something you want to hear about when you're pregnant as you're already dealing with so much change.
For me, I was so desperate to get to the other side, but I wasn't aware of what that other side may mean for me.
Disclaimer: this will not be everyone's experience.
I don't want to scare anyone away from having a baby or worry any woman who's currently pregnant as this was just my reality and everyone has unique circumstances that may make this period harder or easier.
For me, my partner was living in another city. What I've learnt is that we all have our thing (or things) — none of us experience the journey of motherhood completely smooth sailing.