I’m going to start this off
with a confession: My memories of the first few months after I became a
first-time mom are a little fuzzy. Okay, maybe a lot fuzzy. Sure, I
remember it was exciting and amazing, and I was completely overwhelmed
with how much I loved our perfectly beautiful son. But I was also
perpetually exhausted—like, a level of exhaustion I didn’t even know
existed. I was constantly hungry (thanks to breastfeeding!), and I was
always worried about all the things I might be doing wrong.
With the arrival of this new tiny person, everything in my life
changed—and I don’t mean that in some lofty, poetic way. Like,
everything changed. My body was different. My schedule was different.
The things I hoped for and worried about were different. Looking back,
it was all kind of a dreamy, sleep-deprived blur.