Parenting
Bringing home a new baby is a momentous occasion, filled with excitement and anxiety. I remember the day after little Emma was born like it was yesterday. After my first hospital stay, the only thing on my mind was escaping the constant interruptions from medical staff. I longed for the comfort of home—away from blood pressure cuffs and nurses checking on me every few hours. As my partner, Max, chatted with family members, I hurriedly packed our belongings, eager to start this new chapter.
We arrived home in the late afternoon, and all seemed well. Emma was peacefully sleeping in her Pack and Play as Max and I exchanged bewildered glances, silently questioning, “What now?” Surely, this would be an easy transition, right?
The first night is a blur for most new mothers, but I distinctly recall the heart-wrenching moments. I found myself on the couch, both Emma and I in tears, as I repeated, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. You have to take her back.” My love for her was immense, and I was thrilled she was finally here, but fear gripped me. I wasn’t equipped for this monumental task.
Think about it: it’s like spending months riding in a car without ever driving one. Then, when the time comes, someone just hands you the keys and says, “Good luck!” It feels utterly reckless. Allowing me to bring this tiny human home felt just as daunting. There was no instruction manual to follow. No practice baby to keep alive for a few days. Just a surprise pregnancy, a mutual decision with Max to embrace parenthood, and then—bam!—I was holding my daughter.
Now, I was supposed to be responsible for her? It felt utterly absurd. That first night, I was overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty, convinced I lacked the ability to navigate the journey of motherhood.
Despite these feelings, I made it through that night and the next, and now Emma is nearly two and a half years old. The specter of self-doubt still lurks, always nipping at my heels like a small, annoying dog. Parenting has proven to be the toughest challenge of my life, far more difficult than I ever imagined. There are still days when I whisper to myself, “I can’t do this.”
But unlike that first night, I never think, “You have to take her back.” She is my daughter—my firstborn, my little bundle of energy with sparkling blue eyes. She brings me joy every single day, and she is mine.
Though I still feel uncertain and unsteady on this journey, every evening as I tuck her into her big girl bed, tell her I love her, and hear her sweet reply, “I love you too, Mom,” I realize that no one could raise her better than me.
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