No one told me how consuming loving a child could be.
No one told me how the very sound of my child’s heartbeat would bind their heart to mine even before I knew their name.
The good and the not-so-good — what no one tells you about motherhood
No one told me how every kick, every stretch, every hiccup would give me hope and reassurance of their existence, as each child grew inside my womb.
No one told me that the pain of giving birth would be the most appreciated pain in the world because it meant I would finally get to hold my child in my arms.
No one told me how intrigued and captured I would be by the smell of my newborn’s head, the movement of their little hands, the feel of their squishy bodies next to mine.
No one told me how the cares of this world would shrink down to the breathing of my child, whether or not they burped after a feeding, and how often they pooped each day.
