The moment I held my baby for the first time, everything around me faded. The bright lights, the cold operating room, the fear—it all quieted as that tiny body rested on my chest. But the hours and days that followed were harder than I imagined. The pain was deeper than physical. I felt tender, stitched…
I still remember those first days of breastfeeding—sitting in the nursery at 3 AM, trying not to cry while my newborn latched and unlatched over and over. I questioned everything. Was I making enough milk? Was she getting enough? Was I doing it all wrong? On top of the exhaustion, I was surrounded by a…
Because a nurtured mom nurtures best 🌿 The Moment I Knew I Had to Take Care of Me I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, baby finally asleep in my arms, dishes piled in the sink, and tears silently streaming down my face. I wasn’t sad exactly—I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and invisible. In…