I’m 11 days into motherhood, and I wasn’t prepared.
Not the way I thought I was. I prepared for birthing my son, prepared our home, and prepared his items, but I didn’t prepare myself emotionally.
I was not prepared for how my heart would grow so quickly and feel as though it would burst from the amount of love it was trying to contain.
I was not prepared for how mentally strong I would become so quick to make the best choice for my baby, even when it scared me to death.
I was not prepared for falling in love with my husband with the force of a tidal wave crashing over me, watching him with our son.
I was not prepared to feel like the career I have built and worked so hard for over the last decade would mean nothing in a blink of an eye.
I was not prepared for how emotionally vulnerable I would become when I’ve always been so guarded.
I was not prepared for the amount of pride I would feel from doing something I was so scared to do for so long.
I was not prepared for how close my husband and I would become when I needed help physically because of what my body endured during birth.
I was no prepared that time could crawl and speed up all at once.
I was not prepared to walk into the hospital one woman and leave as a completely new version of myself.
I was not prepared for how raw I would feel and that it wouldn’t bother me at all.
I was not prepared for the goodness that was coming my way once this baby took his first breath.
I was not prepared, but I adapted because that’s what mothers do. ❤