The phrase “You know, I fed you formula, and you didn’t die,” floated through the air, uttered softly by my mother as I nursed my newborn daughter, Emma, for what felt like the hundredth time in a single hour. I waved her off, consumed with the task at hand, ensuring that my baby latched on perfectly while trying to wipe the sweat off my brow. It had been several weeks since I brought Emma, my sleepless newborn, home to our cramped New York apartment. Every waking moment was dedicated to fostering our bond through co-sleeping, on-demand nursing, and keeping her close in an array of ergonomic, organic cotton carriers.
During my pregnancy, I had eagerly devoured literature on attachment parenting, envisioning a life where I would wear my baby around the city, pointing out landmarks and engaging with the vibrant characters on public transport, all while sipping decaf coffee and cherishing the connection with my daughter nestled against me. The dilemma of fitting a nursery into our one-bedroom apartment was easily resolved: who needs a crib? Co-sleeping was the way to go.
I had meticulously planned a natural childbirth, including a detailed birth plan handed out to everyone involved. It specified that I wanted massages instead of medications. My hospital bag was stocked with aromatherapy oils and playlists designed for every stage of labor. I was prepared—at least in theory.
The reality of Emma’s birth, however, was far from what I imagined. After laboring at home, I arrived at the hospital feeling like I was being torn apart. My resolve quickly crumbled, and by the time I reached six centimeters dilated, I was begging for an epidural. I have immense respect for those who endure labor naturally; I, however, was not one of them.
Once the medication kicked in, we were all so relieved that we didn’t notice the hours slipping by. The labor nurse had been trying to reach the doctor, who apparently had taken a nap in a supply closet. By the time he arrived, Emma had ingested her own meconium and was rushed to the NICU, where she was placed on a ventilator. For two weeks, we lived in uncertainty, terrified that we might not take her home. The doctors, likely fearing a lawsuit, avoided eye contact, adding to our distress. Emma, who appeared gigantic next to the tiny preemies, was unable to make a sound due to the tube in her throat. I could only touch her gently and whisper through the glass of her incubator.
When my milk came in during my sleepless nights at the hospital, I found myself pumping milk instead of nursing my sweet baby lying beside me. Finally, when Emma was stable enough to come home, I was overwhelmed with the need to keep her close, leading me to hold her non-stop. The expensive stroller my colleagues gifted me sat untouched, while I found a waterproof baby carrier that allowed me to shower without putting her down.
As time passed, my fervent desire to protect and bond with Emma grew into an obsession. I stopped baby-proofing our home because I was always nearby, watching her every move. I became judgmental of other mothers who used strollers or formula, unable to fathom leaving my child with a babysitter for any reason.
When my mother suggested allowing Emma to cry occasionally, I vehemently argued against it. My mental state began to deteriorate. I lost weight, my hair fell out, and I felt physically unwell. After one particularly exhausting night, I found myself angrily shoving my nipple toward Emma, exclaiming, “You are killing me!” The realization of my mental and physical state hit me hard.
From that moment, I recognized a turning point; my drive to raise a securely attached child was consuming me. I realized that neglecting my own well-being was not in Emma’s best interest. I learned that a well-rested mother was more nurturing than one who sacrificed everything for her baby. The fierce love we feel for our children, especially after challenging beginnings, is indescribable, but self-care is essential.
Motherhood is a journey filled with ups and downs, and I am still learning how to navigate it. However, I now understand the importance of enjoying the ride.
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