My routine 32-week appointment unfolded just like the others: a strong heartbeat, measurements on track, and a steady weight gain. “Only eight more weeks to go!” my midwife chirped.
“Ugh, I was really hoping you’d say there was some sort of mathematical error, and I was due tomorrow. I can’t take much more of this,” I replied.
She chuckled, “Unfortunately, it’s the final stretch. Hang in there and try to savor this time.”
As I wiped the gel from my belly, feelings of discomfort, frustration, and sadness washed over me. Savor this time? I had loathed every moment of my pregnancy, and the thought of enduring another two months felt unbearable. I wanted to cry just thinking about it.
Just five days later, my water broke. After eight days of bed rest in the hospital, I welcomed a tiny premature baby.
From the moment my son arrived, I was inundated with a whirlwind of emotions—joy, frustration, fear, compassion, anxiety, empathy, and, of course, love. Each feeling was intense and often overwhelming, but I knew it was all part of the adjustment to motherhood—hormonal and perfectly normal. Yet, one emotion blindsided me: guilt.
The moment my little one entered the world, guilt settled in like an unwelcome guest. It felt as if my body, tired of my complaints, had said, “You wanted it to end? Fine, here you go.” I truly believed my selfish thoughts had somehow caused his premature birth. While my doctors reassured me that my water breaking was beyond my control, the guilt remained a constant companion, often overshadowing my dreams of restful nights.
I felt guilty when my baby was taken directly to the NICU. I felt guilty during every visit and even more so when I wasn’t there, trying to prepare our home for him. I felt guilty about his breathing monitor, about his inability to latch. The guilt was relentless.
Now, five months into motherhood, my son is thriving, happy, and deemed perfect by both me and medical professionals. Yet, guilt still lingers in my daily life. Each time I manage to forgive myself for one parenting faux pas, a new source of guilt seems to emerge.
Here’s a glimpse of what I’ve felt guilty about today, and it’s only 3 p.m.:
- I didn’t kiss my partner goodbye this morning, nor did I the night before. Guilt squared.
- I didn’t take my dog for a long enough walk during lunch.
- I dropped my baby off at the sitter still in his pajamas.
- I dropped him off at all—returning to work has left me feeling guilty.
- While working from home, I’ve completed more household chores than work tasks.
- I haven’t done enough cleaning.
- I spent $60 on a custom baby book and haven’t filled out a single page.
- I haven’t switched out my seasonal clothes yet because I’m too lazy.
- I stopped pumping.
- I can’t afford to buy my son the trendy outfits seen online, so he wears hand-me-downs daily.
- I bought myself coffee from a café instead of using our coffee maker at home.
- I haven’t worn makeup in months.
- I haven’t worn my hair down in weeks.
- I haven’t hit the gym since giving birth, but I refuse to cancel my membership because I’m definitely going to start going back—next week.
I can recall a time when guilt was absent from my thoughts. Before I had another human being relying on me, I never second-guessed spending on myself or indulging in a glass of wine.
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In summary, motherhood often brings an avalanche of emotions, with guilt frequently leading the charge. As we navigate this complex journey, it’s crucial to recognize that we’re not alone in our feelings, and finding ways to forgive ourselves is essential.