tales from a working mom // on insecurities

July 31, 2013 in Ari Davis,Oh baby!,parenthood,postpartum,tales from a working mom

photo (83)
Motherhood is… strange. Even in the best shape of my life, I never thought I would be okay being so exposed. I mean that quite literally.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being a mom, it means having to expose myself. A lot.

During labor. During delivery. After delivery. In the hospital. At home.

I’ll be honest — none of it is attractive. Not in the least.

I expected to be exposed. Especially since I knew I wanted to watch myself push [sidenote: I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned that part of labor?? Hmm.. may have to revisit…].

And the only word I have for postpartum is… BOOBS. Boobs, boobs, boobs. [thanks, google & other search engines — now you’ll find my blog via “Boobs”! Ha!]

Being topless for most of your days just after having a baby is hard, y’all. Almost as hard as labor [how quickly I’ve forgotten, huh!?]. But I really had no choice but to be seen that way. I was so busy trying to provide food to keep my baby alive that I didn’t even think about the fact that my husband and family members were watching my, very fragile, postpartum body, nearly in the nude.

And even 9-months later, it completely devastates me.

My insecurities, though mostly superficial, are real —

I fear my husband will never look at me the same way; that I’ll always be a mom and “milk machine.”

I fear that he’ll never un-see the ugly mom stuff; or the ugly labor stuff [aka – all of my labor].

I fear that my stretch marks, regardless of their story or the meaning that they hold, will never fade from memory or sight.

I fear that I won’t ever regain the part of myself that was able to successfully multitask; that this constant state of ‘baby brain’ will continue indefinitely.

And most of all, I fear that I’ll forget who I was [and who I still hope I am] before I became Mommy.

photo (82)

Don’t get me wrong. I love being a mom. But it’s not all that I am.

And I recognize that my insecurities are mine and mine alone. No one else is responsible for my feelings. Just me.

And it’s totally completely up to me to get over them. I know I will. I just need to give it more time.

{ 1 comment… read it below or add one }

Samantha August 3, 2013 at 7:45 pm

I hear us girlfriend!! We have a lot to deal with as moms. But I bet a pretty penny that you’re husband loves you more now that he ever has! Give it some time, you will get past this!


Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post: