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I remember waking up in the hospital after giving birth and feeling something I hadn’t expected an almost unbearable hunger. Not a craving. Not a “maybe I could eat.” A deep, bone-tired hunger that felt all-consuming.
And I wasn’t alone. So many mums tell me the same thing.
I’ll never forget how I felt when I became a mum. Tired, emotional, stretched thin, and completely unsure if I was doing it right. Everyone else seemed to have it together, but me? I was googling everything at 2am, second-guessing myself, and feeling the weight of every decision.
What I know now is this: it’s not you, mama. It’s the system. The care you should have had was never designed to give you what you needed. The gaps aren’t your fault. And you are not failing.
I’ll never forget how I felt when I became a mum. Tired, emotional, stretched thin, and completely unsure if I was doing it right. Everyone else seemed to have it together, but me? I was googling everything at 2am, second-guessing myself, and feeling the weight of every decision.
What I know now is this: it’s not you, mama. It’s the system. The care you should have had was never designed to give you what you needed. The gaps aren’t your fault. And you are not failing.
There’s a version of me from early motherhood that I hardly recognise now. She was tired, stretched thin, constantly questioning herself, and absolutely convinced that everyone else had it more together.
Back then, I thought confidence meant having all the answers. Not wondering if I was doing this whole parenting thing right. I thought it looked like decisiveness, certainty, and that calm, collected voice everyone else seemed to have. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
