This was my last picture with a big belly. On the night of Good Friday 2017 my water broke. Nothing really prepared us for what followed. And I mean less the birth than the first months with a little tiger monkey at home.
My unfiltered and honest resume of a year with my wonderful baby:
What I do not miss:
- To be pregnant. It is much more romantic in theory than in practice.
- Breastfeeding (I thought it was great and important but I did not notice until after weaning how relieving it is after 10 months of pregnancy and 8 months of breastfeeding to only feed yourself)
What I miss:
- The feeling of being well rested! I can not remember it anymore. But I think it feels like heaven on earth.
- Me time or simply ME
- Traveling light
- The ease of my relationship
What I never want to miss again:
- To wake up to the happy-gurgling sounds of my Baby, even if it’s only 6 o’clock in the morning.
- The unfiltered unconditional joy and love of my Baby when he sees me. I only know this pure joy from our dog.
- The feeling that all of a sudden life makes sense. Suddenly you have discovered your reason to live, even if you have not been looking for it before. Sounds kitschy? It is.
- The incredible, humble pride that I created life. Of course, I did that together with my partner. But while the men virtually provide the blueprint, we women from our body create a new human being. Quite crazy!
Would I do it again?
- Hmmmmmm, hmmmmm
So if I was 10 years younger definitely !! For real! So do not wait until you’re 40 years old.
What was my biggest concern before:
- The birth. But even if it hurts incredibly, you can do it somehow. And the good thing is, the birth has a beginning and an end. Not sleeping a year is much, much harder 🙂
What is my biggest concern now?
- All the snot noses of the other children in the daycare center. Go away with the bacteria and viruses. Being ill means sleeping even less.
My motto of the year?
- What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Well, maybe not stronger. Actually, I’m pretty tired and feel rather weak. Maybe we better say “It does not kill you” 😉
With lots of love!
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