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When I was pregnant, a wise co-worker and fellow mom told me that during the first few months after the Peanut was born, I would feel like I was in a tunnel—a place where there was only baby on the brain all the time, when I wasn’t really sure who I was anymore because of the dramatic change in my life (and the sleep-deprivation, of course). I saw her a few months ago and told her I had emerged from the tunnel, but now I don’t think I really did. I recognize that parenting is never stagnant, things are always changing, but then I still felt like I was floundering at times.
Now eight months in, I feel like I have a better hold on things, and I think I am finally seeing the light for real. I’ve nursed and changed diapers in restaurants, at church, on buses, in subway stations and in a subway car itself. I know how to pack for trips of various lengths and I’m not afraid to take day trips or even travel across the country. I can play with Jacob and still get things done both around the apartment and for work. I am excited to start each day and content when I reflect back each evening.
This is not to say that things go perfectly every day—or any day, for that matter. When I make plans, I know I need to be ready to change them the next instant, depending on naps, nursing, or weather. I still struggle to keep my priorities straight and tackle the tougher things on my plate instead of surfing the web or vegging out in front of Hulu. I know I can’t do everything at once, but I feel more confident that I can do anything if I try.
I write this today for new moms, expectant moms, and for myself for when, God willing, the next Peanut comes along. There is a light at the end of the tunnel!
When I was pregnant and after I gave birth, I was nearly convinced that all the things that were supposed to happen with new moms would not happen to me. I had no problem believing these things occurred for almost every other mom on the planet, but I knew I would be the exception. For example:
By the grace of God, every single one of these fears has been quashed. I know I am not perfect, but I know that I am doing the best job I can. I know that I was given to Jacob and Jacob to me by some greater plan than my own, and I trust that that is the right thing for both of us. Despite my doubts, despite my fears, I know that I am exactly where—and who—I am supposed to be. I only hope I can come to that more quickly the next time around!