I have a great labour story to be told another day, as it is lengthy. After all the work and craziness, I delivered a 7lbs 5oz, baby boy. When Matt placed our baby in my arms I felt exhaustion and joy. That moment was the beginning of a new life chapter, Motherhood.

(The First time I held you)
Motherhood, I later realized the title is more of a description, Mother-in-a-hood. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep and nursing him every two hours (hungry, fussy baby) that I literally was a mother in a hoodie and pj pants everyday for the first 9 months. I did, however, make effort to put on a pair of jeans before leaving the house. I know not all Mum's are wearing hoodies, but it worked for me. Comfort and not clingy, perfection.
After the first three days of being a Mum, I was running on fumes. No one tells you that the lack of sleep during pregnancy is a way of conditioning your body for exhaustion. Some Mum's have babies that sleep from day one. My little guy was not one of those. He nursed every 2 hours for the first 6 weeks (don't worry this is not the norm). Somehow, sleeping a half-hour here and there was enough to keep me going. I was a mother and wanted to be able to meet his every need. I think I did a pretty good job. It was not easy. It was not glamorous. It was not perfection.
By the 6 week mark I told Matt that Motherhood was a huge job, more then I ever really knew. And I don't think I was under the delusional that it would be easy, but it's harder then I thought. I continue to say that being a Mum is really the hardest job out there. You get thrown in with no manual, no breaks and no pay. There are "No pink slips for Motherhood".
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