It’s no secret that I struggled for the first month or so of Jack’s life. The transition into motherhood was not a smooth one for me, and during that time, I felt like I’d never have it all under control. I felt like I’d always be fighting simply to keep my head above water.
I mean, during those first 6 weeks, it was a good day if Cory came home from work I wasn’t in the same spot on the couch where he’d left me 10 hours prior. (It was a super good day if I wasn’t crying when he got home.)
(Super good days were few and far between.)
But yesterday, while Cory went to play golf, I casually went to the grocery store, prepped lunches and dinners for the week, and got Jack to nap, it dawned on me. I’m doing the damn thing.
And not only am I doing the damn thing, I’m doing it well.
Doing it well doesn’t imply that I’m spectacular. It doesn’t mean that I have things figured out, or that I don’t make mistakes, or that my house is immaculate, or that I don’t have days where I literally throw my hands up in frustration; but it does imply that I’m no longer just keeping my head above water.
The solo grocery store trip? The prepping meals? The getting Jack to nap? (All while alone?) Four or five months ago, those were all things I never thought I’d be able to do.
I don’t have a funny story or a witty way to end this post, but because my postpartum story resonated with so many women, I felt like it was necessary to check in to let other moms know that it absolutely gets better.
And easier. And more exciting. And much happier.