My Story: I had always wanted to be a mother. I never felt truly fulfilled, so falling pregnant was a dream come true. After a difficult pregnancy and lightening quick delivery to a healthy girl, I was eager to get home and start "living the dream". But I was a wreck - there was no rhyme or reason, I just was. That first night home, I cried and cried and cried. I wanted my old life back, I was angry at myself for wanting that given I'd so badly wanted to be a mum. I was exhausted, sad, angry, frustrated, scared senseless.... you name it. But like pregnancy, this phase passed. I recognise that support from those around me was crucial, and time.. Time to physically heal, to emotionally find stability, to accept my new normal. These things take time. Most importantly, I took the time to be kind to myself - to not admonish myself for the feelings I had shortly after coming home.
Anonymous | New Zealand