Celebrating the wonderful ups and challenging downs of this journey called motherhood...
I've always dreamed of having a baby of my own. There's just that burning desire in me ever since I was mature enough to think about having kids. I used to say, by age 25, I'll have a baby. But when I turned 25, it didn't happen. Then I adjusted the age to 28 years old. It still didn't happen at 28. I ended up having a kid at 32.
I didn't have any clue how to be a mom. I just went into this whole thing with no knowledge whatsoever about how to take care of a newborn. I read books and researched online about what parents should do regarding this, regarding that. There are a plethora of advice out there... SO MANY... that sometimes, you just get confused on which ones to follow. But no matter how much information you take in, nothing really prepares you for the actual situation. There's this fragile little baby and you're responsible for keeping it happy and alive.
When I got pregnant, I was so sure I would breastfeed. I didn't have any doubts about it because I knew that breast milk is best for baby and I want what's best for my baby. I even bought breast pads and breastfeeding bras way ahead in preparation for it. Little did I know that it would turn out to be super challenging and to be honest, a real struggle.