The first few months of motherhood are probably the roughest months of parenting. And while I'm sure they are plenty of non-verbal ways your baby tells you that you are doing amazing, somehow everything you do feels horrifically wrong. I had no idea what I was doing when I had my daughter. She was a difficult delivery that involved pushing for upwards of three hours and, in the end, herniating a disc in the process. When I came home from the hospital I was broken, exhausted, and petrified. I was completely out of my element, horrified at how unprepared I felt to take care of a newborn, and convinced I was failing.
My daughter didn't latch to me, either. After numerous attempts to get her to nurse, after tirelessly working with lactation consultants, and after struggling, hurting, and bleeding, I gave up trying to breastfeeding and started exclusively pumping. Pumping was, to me, one of the most difficult parts of those first few months of my life as a new mom. I was trying to adjust to caring for a newborn, but I couldn't get any rest because I was constantly attached to my pump. I was suffocated by pain and sadness and, well, it was rough.
My baby blues and fear prevented me from actually connecting with my daughter, too. I couldn't feel much, except for anxiety and sadness. I didn't feel love for this new human being, I felt tired because I had to take care of a new human. I looked down at my daughter as I gave her the bottle and felt empty. And, arguably, what made it all worse was the fact that I didn't know that these feelings were all typical feelings many moms experience. Instead, I just thought I was a terrible person. I mean, who doesn't love their baby the moment that baby graces their lives? Me, apparently. But then it all quickly started to change. I got used to the hectic life associated with caring for a newborn and I started noticing small ways my baby was thanking me. My precious daughter was growing, and eating, and looking at me like I was the best person in the universe. It was in those moments, and despite all the struggle, that I knew we were meant to be.
So with that in mind, and because us moms all need consistent reminders that we're doing wonderful jobs, here's how your baby is trying to tell you to keep up the good work: