It's not about having an easy child or being an easy mother: it's about breathing

I chose to respect (if that is the word) her napping time, her early lunch schedule, her early bedtime. I often left my showers or waxing behind. Then I went back to work. Then I took care of more issues. No, I did not go on carefree holidays thinking that the time with my newborn was sacred. I actually most often have thought that that time was exhausting.

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Motherhood stories: The day we became us

There hasn't really been an "us" for the first two years. There has always been, on the contrary, a clear, strong, self-affirmative "her". Even before she was born: her legs kicking all over my tummy, her jumps of fear when I would place my hands under that noisy automatic hand-dryer she didn't like. Her hiccups, rhythmic like a gentle tennis match, her disappointment when I would sleep on the side she didn't want me to.

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When our baby girl was born it reminded me of how I felt when my dad died. Here's why.

Maria Elena was born at home. In the most perfect way. I think my dad helped. He even made sure it was on a Saturday morning and the bakery was open so we could all have croissants while the sunlight streamed in through the windows. And there they were, the same feelings of awe that I felt at my dad’s passing, I felt at Maria Elena’s birth. Everyone was quiet, we knew the moment was sacred, we knew something big had just happened. I wondered where she came from, I reassessed my life. Gave thanks for my babies and my husband and for each breath I take.

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Embracing life postpartum (it's all postpartum from here, honey)

So maybe we can embrace postpartum, embrace life as a parent, asking for help when we need it, giving thanks for this grand opportunity to grow and learn and rethink some of the rules and customs of our grandparents. We might even (gasp!) change a few things. Because, yes, sleeping in on weekends and having alone time was really wonderful and luxurious, but with the right kind of support system, postpartum can be amazing, too.

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