Childbirth: many new moms will regale you with glorious tales of the first moment they laid eyes upon their new baby. Some will tell you they instanly fell in love with the wriggling babe placed upon their breast. Others will tell you they felt a great sense of connection to the sisterhood of women through the shared experience of childbirth. As such, this is what I expected in those first moments as I stared into my little one’s eyes and he stared back into mine. Instead, the first thought that entered my mind was:
Oh dear god, what have I done?
Once I recovered from the initial shock of having literally pushed a tiny human out of my body while my husband looked on, I was overcome by the terrifying notion that I had no clue what to do next. Before I became pregnant, I was petrified of babies (and they were none too fond of me either). I had changed one diaper in my life (in high school…and I wore rubber gloves…I wish I was joking…). Somewhere in those nine months, all those crazy hormones made me forget that I was a totally newbie and made me believe in the power of instinct. But at that moment, as we stared at each other for the first time, I felt like a stage actress who didn’t know her lines.
Maybe instinct does kick in for some women. Maybe some fall instantly in love. However, I do not believe that I am alone; and while I can now nurse like a pro (while eating, texting, and watching tv) and change a dirty poopy diaper in under a minute, I am still learning and evolving as I go. And so, I invite you to join me as I take on this whole “mom” thing.
Make sure you bring extra baby wipes.