The moment my pregnancy test came back positive, I felt uncharacteristically ready. Joining the ranks of strong women who’d brought new life into the world had been a dream of mine. Sharing in the responsibility of raising the next generation felt significant. So when it came to learning everything I could about motherhood, I was all in — heart, body, and soul.
I soon learned that feeling “ready” for motherhood didn’t come without fear. I was young, timid, and afraid of doing things wrong. Confusion led me to listen to the loudest, doubt my ability, and nearly silence my instinct.
The first time I was shamed as a mother, was when my son began projectile vomiting at one-week-old. [read more…]