From a young age, I longed for a child; it was more than a desire—it became an urgent need. This yearning for motherhood influenced my choices, shaping my current life and future aspirations. I was determined to have a baby, no matter what it took.
Years passed in a blissful marriage, and my timeline for starting a family slipped away. I must have spent a fortune on pregnancy tests. Each time, I inhaled deeply, hoping for a positive result, convinced I could will a baby into existence. As the clock ticked, I wrestled with my own body’s inability to fulfill something so instinctive. Two more years went by, and soon, people stopped asking about our family plans. Even they seemed to have lost faith in my ability to conceive. Then, two months after my seventh wedding anniversary, I finally got the news I had longed for: I was pregnant!
My husband and I prepared for our son’s arrival meticulously. We created a nursery that could grace the cover of a magazine, packed a go-bag, and memorized every parenting book we could find. Our birth plan was an organized masterpiece, carefully researched and edited.
However, our careful planning did not prepare us for the unexpected—an E. coli infection that I contracted, which led to my son being born prematurely and fighting for his life in the ICU. The moment I had dreamt of for 27 years was replaced by chaos and vulnerability. I was unprepared for the helplessness of sitting by my newborn’s side during the day, leaving him in the care of strangers at night.
I was not ready to spend a week recovering in the hospital or to develop a severe allergy to the very medication meant to help. I didn’t expect my son’s resistance to breastfeeding or his sudden colicky episodes at just two months old. Nothing was unfolding as I had envisioned; it was all so far from what I had expected. Where was the perfectly posed newborn photo shoot? Where was the instant bond I imagined during feedings? Why didn’t I feel that innate maternal instinct to calm my baby? Why wasn’t I satisfied even after finally filling the void in my heart with my child?
This dream, once so cherished, began to feel like a deception. Was this really what I had prayed for? Was this the reason for my jealous tears each time I heard of someone else’s pregnancy?
I’ve felt this way before—many times, in fact. I experienced it during the challenging first year of marriage when I finally found my lifelong partner. I felt it in my brief yet enlightening stint as a teacher when I achieved my dream job. I felt it when I became a new homeowner, seeking the respect and elevated status I desired.
Each of these moments shared a common thread: unrealistic expectations of what happiness should look like. I anticipated that every dream realized would fulfill me entirely. Each disappointment pushed me to seek an even better dream. I thought I was chasing happiness, my inherent right. But in truth, I was pursuing perfection. I wanted all the joy without any of the struggles, yet real satisfaction lies deeper than surface-level happiness.
True happiness is knowing my son survived against all odds and is now thriving. It’s about being a voice for those grappling with infertility or dealing with birth complications. It’s recognizing how my challenges have prepared me and instilled confidence in my parenting abilities. It’s witnessing the fruits of my labor in my beautiful, spirited little boy.
I had placed an unfair weight on my son’s tiny shoulders, expecting him to resolve my issues. I limited him by expecting the world while simultaneously holding him back. He is more than my fleeting happiness or the likes on social media. He is beyond my lofty expectations and my quest to feel complete. He is wonderfully imperfect, yet he brings me boundless joy.
Letting go of my pursuit of perfection is an ongoing challenge, but it is essential. When I prioritize reality over fantasy, I can truly appreciate my blessings and the richness of my life. In the quest for perfection, I often overlook the beautiful moments right in front of me—moments I never could have imagined. I want to savor every second with my son and embrace this wild journey we share, both the good and the bad. I want it all.
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In summary, motherhood is an unpredictable journey filled with unexpected challenges and joys. Letting go of the need for perfection allows us to embrace reality and fully appreciate the beauty of our children and experiences.