Congratulations, this is a big one. And truthfully the part nobody preps you for is, what, ninety percent of it? Everything stops at the birth like that’s the finish line and not day one of the weirdest transformation of your life. Glad it exists now.
This resonated deeply. I spent years in the cycle of pregnancy, babies, and recovery, and I remember feeling so disoriented when there wasn't a next milestone to survive. We spend years becoming mothers, but very few people talk about becoming ourselves again afterward.
Thank you for putting words to something so many mothers feel but rarely say out loud. And I'm so excited for the much-needed Mothr platform. I have a feeling it's going to help a lot of women feel a little less alone in this season of life.
Amazing! 37 going on 38 and changing my life over here. I'm super passionate about sharing the real parts of early motherhood, too. If you need more people on the team in the conversation, I'd be honored.
Michelle, the NICU chair, badge, isolettes, and pump schedule give this essay its first kind of clarity: a season where every hour had an obvious purpose. The ache arrives after that clarity lifts, when the medical system is finished asking questions and the mother is left trying to name who she has become on the other side of pregnancy, babies, and survival. Mothr. feels powerful here as an answer born from lived disorientation, women’s paragraphs of recognition, and the courage to build for the person you are now. Grateful for the honesty with which you named outgrowing as attention, grief, permission, and fidelity to the life that is actually calling you.
This resonates deeply. I’ve also been feeling a pull away in a new direction, despite having already built the life I once prayed for.
“The things we love don’t owe us permanence and we don’t owe them permanence either” — THIS part! MOTHR looks like a labor of love and I can’t wait to read 🫶🏽🌸
Congratulations, this is a big one. And truthfully the part nobody preps you for is, what, ninety percent of it? Everything stops at the birth like that’s the finish line and not day one of the weirdest transformation of your life. Glad it exists now.
Thank you. 😊 And yes — the finish line thing is the whole scam. Nobody warns you the real event starts after everyone stops watching.
This resonated deeply. I spent years in the cycle of pregnancy, babies, and recovery, and I remember feeling so disoriented when there wasn't a next milestone to survive. We spend years becoming mothers, but very few people talk about becoming ourselves again afterward.
Thank you for putting words to something so many mothers feel but rarely say out loud. And I'm so excited for the much-needed Mothr platform. I have a feeling it's going to help a lot of women feel a little less alone in this season of life.
Amazing! 37 going on 38 and changing my life over here. I'm super passionate about sharing the real parts of early motherhood, too. If you need more people on the team in the conversation, I'd be honored.
Michelle, the NICU chair, badge, isolettes, and pump schedule give this essay its first kind of clarity: a season where every hour had an obvious purpose. The ache arrives after that clarity lifts, when the medical system is finished asking questions and the mother is left trying to name who she has become on the other side of pregnancy, babies, and survival. Mothr. feels powerful here as an answer born from lived disorientation, women’s paragraphs of recognition, and the courage to build for the person you are now. Grateful for the honesty with which you named outgrowing as attention, grief, permission, and fidelity to the life that is actually calling you.
I LOVE this so much. This is why I wrote my book Motherhead. I am so glad you are here.
This resonates deeply. I’ve also been feeling a pull away in a new direction, despite having already built the life I once prayed for.
“The things we love don’t owe us permanence and we don’t owe them permanence either” — THIS part! MOTHR looks like a labor of love and I can’t wait to read 🫶🏽🌸