I remember standing after an evening filled with intellectual conversations, contemplating my future. “I’ll finish this year,” I declared, “but I won’t return. I want to be home with the baby.” My husband, Jake, nodded in agreement, and just like that, I made the decision to leave my PhD program behind to embrace the role of a stay-at-home mom (SAHM). Our plans to adopt didn’t materialize, but I found out I was pregnant in the final month of my last semester. The joy was immense, but so was the fear. After a threatened miscarriage, seeing the baby on the ultrasound screen brought tears to my eyes—mainly because I was still pregnant. I struggled with prenatal depression during this time. Jake tried to be supportive; however, he was just as confused and overwhelmed as I was. We weren’t functioning as a cohesive unit.
Throughout that pregnancy, I spent a lot of time feeling sick. It was a strange experience to step away from my academic life, which continued to thrive without me. Meanwhile, Jake returned to teaching. He had a classroom full of students, while I felt like I had nothing to offer. I felt utterly useless, which baffled him. “You’re just resting,” he reassured me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a drain on our family. All I seemed to contribute was my pregnancy.
The following year brought some relief. I finally had something to do: caring for our child. However, the reality of being home alone with a small baby was daunting. I was terrified, unsure of how to keep this tiny human alive. I wore him in a Moby wrap and busied myself around the house, but it didn’t seem like enough. Jake couldn’t understand my fears, often dismissing my anxieties about being alone with our child. This resentment simmered for years, as he didn’t grasp the emotional toll it took to be solely responsible for our baby.
Eventually, I found my footing. I made friends with other moms and became more confident in my parenting skills. Still, I missed the rhythm of academic life. Jake, meanwhile, became increasingly preoccupied with financial responsibilities. Suddenly, matters like budgeting and wills seemed overwhelmingly urgent. I struggled with these discussions, pushing back against Jake’s insistence that I handle basic financial tasks. Any mention of finances would send me into a panic, while he grew frustrated with my reluctance to engage.
As we navigated through pregnancies again, I found myself grappling with health issues. With baby number two, I required medication to manage nausea, but we were both prepared this time and excited for the new arrival. Baby number three, however, was a different story. By five weeks, I was on anti-nausea medication that left me drowsy and weak, unable to care for the kids. Jake had to step up and find help. I felt like a stay-at-home mom stripped of the “mom” part of the role. Watching Jake take care of the kids while I felt immobilized was heartbreaking—I felt like dead weight. Even though Jake understood my struggles, he couldn’t grasp why I felt so inadequate.
When the baby was finally born, I was frustrated by how quickly Jake returned to work. I had just gone through childbirth, and now I was left alone with a newborn and two toddlers. I felt weak and overwhelmed, while he believed I didn’t recognize the demands of his job. This mutual resentment created challenges as we tried to adapt to our new family dynamic and responsibilities. Simple tasks like cooking dinner felt monumental; laundry was out of the question. We struggled to function as a couple and a family for a long time.
Eventually, things began to smooth out. I settled into the routine of being a SAHM, taking the kids to co-ops and babywearing meetups for social interaction. Jake often compliments my writing, saying, “You do so much.” I, on the other hand, tend to raise an eyebrow. We have differing perceptions of my role at home—while I often feel inadequate, he insists I do more than enough. The house may be messy in my eyes, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Despite our differences, we love each other and find a way to make it work, which is all I can ask for.
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In summary, being a stay-at-home mom has undoubtedly impacted my marriage in various ways. From feelings of inadequacy to struggles with shared responsibilities, my journey has been filled with challenges. Yet, through open communication and mutual support, we’ve managed to find a rhythm that works for us.
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