I should have asked for more help. I should have prioritised my own nourishment. I should have asked my partner to stay off work longer. I should have gifted myself enough time to soak it all in, to honour my transition from maiden to mother.
In particular after the birth of my second born, I was left exhausted, depleted, overwhelmed and angry.
The third time around I knew it had to be different. This time I put as much preparation into our postpartum as I did into our birth.
I had a beautiful support network in place. I really leaned in to rest. My baby and I barely left our bed for the first two weeks. It was cosy, it was slow, it was intentional. It was transformative.
It was here that my passion for supporting new mothers blossomed. I want every Mother to feel as held, loved and supported as I did. Because when a new Mother is held. Really held. The whole family unit can thrive.