“One is like one. Two is like twenty.” I can’t count how many times I heard this saying after welcoming my first child. As if the thought of expanding my family wasn’t daunting enough, this idea alone made me hesitate. Twenty? No thank you. I was already struggling to manage with just one seemingly easy baby.
My daughter, Mia, began sleeping through the night at eight weeks and rarely fussed. Except for a challenging two-week period where the witching hour—rather misleadingly named since it lasted three hours—was a reality, she was a dream. She fed well, was calm, and started crawling late, which meant she often sat quietly, engaged with her toys. Yet, I found myself overwhelmed.
The real battle was within me. The carefree days of my past were gone the moment she arrived. My life transformed into a whirlwind of breast pumps, nursing pads, and nipple shields. I had also relocated from California to the East Coast for my husband’s job just as Mia was due, which complicated things further—trust me, moving and nesting at 35 weeks is not a smart move. I was grappling with the challenges of first-time motherhood while mourning the loss of my professional identity.
For a while, I drifted through my new routine: wake, feed, change, play, sleep, repeat. Amid baby gym sessions and bath time, I struggled to find the energy to shower, eat properly, or even return a friend’s call.
Around six months postpartum, as I emerged from my fog, I decided to start a blog. I wasn’t ready to return to my demanding job full-time, but I craved a creative outlet. As a writer, I wanted a space to archive my work, so I created a platform where I could share personal essays and foster my creativity.
Soon, I developed sections like “Megan & Zach,” which captured humorous exchanges between my husband and me, and “Mia’s Wardrobe,” where I flaunted my daughter’s expanding collection of outfits that I had spent too much time and money on. Cooking became a consistent hobby, and I documented my culinary adventures, even if the photos were low quality and my audience was limited to my family. It became a lifeline while I navigated the murky waters of motherhood.
However, my eagerness to make the blog a success often came at the expense of quality time with Mia. Without reliable childcare, I was physically present but frequently distracted. I struggled to immerse myself in the moment and bond with my baby. I constantly pushed to complete one more pitch, another post, or a final edit. It became all-consuming. I stayed up late, woke early, turned down invitations, and missed playdates.
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In summary, though I initially found motherhood with one child to be incredibly challenging, the experience shaped my understanding of balance and self-identity in ways I never anticipated.
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