People have asked me how motherhood is different than expected. It’s a lot more humbling. First, I planned on a med-free birth. That went out the window with an induction, pitocin contractions of doom (that the monitor didn’t pick up so they kept turning the awful stuff up–I’m still a bit bitter about that one!), and back labor from Hades. Then I was looking forward to blissfully nursing our little one. Enter tongue-tie and supply issues and it’s taken almost two months to get things mostly working (still seeing a doctor about her and possibly my issues next week). Because of her feeding issues, it’s taken a while to get her on some semblance of a schedule, which stresses me out. Virtually nothing is how I expected.
But those things aren’t the most humbling. The most humbling is looking at this amazing little one who is learning how to smile and interact with the world, who has her daddy’s brown eyes and mommy’s ears and toes, and thinking that I grew her and birthed her. I don’t know if I’ve ever been responsible for something so beautiful. It’s pretty humbling.