I’m a new mother in her late 30’s living in Philly
(but basically 40 years old)
Growing up, I was always great with children. I worked at a daycare and was loved by the kids, and also worked at a day care for kids before and after school and it was so much fun interacting with them all day. But babies? Well, let’s just say, it was a horse of a different color. I always felt super nervous holding babies, even my friends babies, my nieces and nephew. Especially since all eyes were on me. Well, technically, they were on the baby, but the baby was in my arms, so I’m included in those eyes. So the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was ecstatic. My husband and I had just gotten our first home and were so ready for this next chapter. Then I get home, and we have help for the first two weeks, while my husband was still at work. He was going to take time off with me, but a little later in the game. So after those two weeks went by and I knew I was going to be alone with this child of mine that I carried inside my belly for 9 months, boy oh boy, did my emotions get the best of me.
What if I don’t clean her correctly? What if I don’t feed her enough? What if she cries all day and I don’t know what to do? Will my ears bleed from the screaming and crying? Well, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but still, I was so afraid to be with this fragile little human being, and those feelings got the best of me. But luckily, I married my best friend, and he reassured me everyday that “I got this”.
So what is it like being great with children for almost 40 years and then having to learn to be a mother to a newborn so late in the game? Well, we’re about to find out.
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