The Moment I Tell New Moms to Hold On

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I often hesitate to admit it, but when my baby was born, I didn’t feel that overwhelming rush of love that so many people describe.

The labor was intense, leaving my body exhausted and battered. When my son finally made his entrance—his tiny body tinged with a bluish hue from the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck—I felt a whirlwind of emotions: fear, fatigue (the kind that seeps into your bones), excitement, and a sense of transformation. But love? That was absent. I didn’t hear any celestial choirs, nor did I experience the emotional wave that everyone had promised. In fact, I was unsure if I could even hold him; my hands trembled from weakness.

Days later, I found myself in the backseat of our car, anxiously watching the world go by as I sat next to his infant carrier, now responsible for keeping this little one alive. Slowly, I began to heal. I awkwardly swaddled him in a blanket while we sat together in a navy blue recliner that my father had gifted me during the final stages of my pregnancy. Together, we navigated the tumult of sleepless nights, colicky cries, and the steep learning curve of motherhood.

The initial weeks were among the most challenging of my life, filled with uncertainty and the relentless cycle of feeding, changing, and attempting to rest (often in vain). I was still scared, still utterly exhausted, still transformed. I thought I might love my son, but in my hazy state, I couldn’t fully grasp it. I simply repeated the motions: change, feed, sleep, repeat.

But then it happened. Nowadays, when I meet new moms—those who look as if they haven’t slept in days, with wild hair and sunken eyes—I encourage them to hang in there because a magical moment is on the horizon. One day, as I reclined with my son resting against my legs, our eyes met. I noticed the corners of his mouth twitching. I sat up a little straighter, hoping to see that joyful expression again. And then it happened: he smiled. A genuine smile, intentional and full of life. In that instant, I felt as if I had witnessed something miraculous.

When that hesitant grin blossomed into a full-blown smile, and he looked at me as though I were the miracle, I knew that I had fallen in love. His entire face lit up, and with it, my heart expanded. It felt as if the floodgates opened, and I was overwhelmed with emotion once more, tears streaming down my face. Motherhood is filled with surprises, and yes, a lot of crying.

The wonderful part is, those moments keep coming. Each time my children smile at me—my eldest, now almost 13, or my youngest, who just turned 3—my heart skips a beat, and it feels like a miracle all over again. Parenting remains challenging: it’s often daunting, draining, and exhilarating, and it continues to shape me in unexpected ways. But each smile from my kids acts as a balm to my weary soul; it repairs what feels broken and fills in the gaps.

Nothing about childbirth or motherhood was as I had envisioned, and that reality persists. No matter how long I navigate this journey, I never truly feel like I’ve mastered the art of parenting. However, I’ve learned one invaluable lesson: as long as I can hold on until the next smile comes, everything will be alright. That’s where love resides. That’s the real miracle.

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In summary, the journey of motherhood is unpredictable and often filled with challenges, but amid the chaos, there are beautiful moments that remind us why we hold on. From the first smile to every joyful interaction thereafter, those little miracles make the hard days worth it.


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