Taking snapshots because I’m finally starting to feel like myself again. I can’t explain how the last 3 months have been for me. Everything was so surreal and overwhelming. I honestly felt like my body was no longer mine. Like I was living someone else’s life.
I guess maybe because my pregnancy was so easy and carefree, even giving birth was easy, that I expected everything to be fine and dandy once the baby came. But everything was not as I thought it would be. Maybe it was the postpartum blues or just a case of anxiety, either way it felt like I had no business being someone’s mother.
But now everything is finally falling into place. I’m eating right, trying to get enough sleep, and not feeling that “mom guilt” for wanting to take care of myself also.
It’s still a daily struggle but I’m learning every single step of the way. It makes me appreciate the little things, too. Like whenever my little man flashes me his bright smile, it makes me hopeful that he’d still love me even if I don’t get the “Best Mama of The Year” award. And it makes me feel like maybe, he was always meant to be mine.