Originally posted on Something Out of Nothing:
My baby girl is one month old today.
I’m not gonna lie. It’s been rough. Yes, there have been moments of joy and unbelievable wonder. But it’s also been really, really hard.
Breastfeeding has been challenging and incredibly painful (perhaps unnecessarily so, if her tongue tie had been caught and corrected earlier). Sleep deprivation and living in survival mode have meant I’ve gone days without showering or even brushing my teeth. I’ve cried more times than I can count.
But some of those tears have been out of sheer happiness and amazement that this tiny creature has given me what I’ve always dreamed of. She made me a mother.
Even as I type those words, it doesn’t quite seem real.
She has made me laugh, too. Like when she smiles in her sleep. Or, the past few days, earning the nickname “George Costanza” because her feathery, newborn hair has started…
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