Surprised and praised by everyone at how quick delivering our first baby was, I was feeling confident it was the green light I had long awaited for. When we got home from the hospital, I was in high spirits and in full supermom mode. Getting laundry done in between night feeds, cooking and pumping, etc.
“Soon enough, I found myself in an ambulance on the way back to the place I had just left.”
I was so hell bent on getting back to my “original” self, I neglected what my body was telling me in those moments. Instead of accepting and honoring this new version of myself, I never gave it a chance.