Postpartum is a trip. It really is. •• Some days you feel like you’ve got a grasp. You’re in a rhythm. You totally GOT THISSS. •• And other days you feel swallowed whole. Like the kind of swallowed where you’re so deep in - you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to appropriately function or ever be “out of the weeds” so to speak. •• Let alone be a good mom, or wife, or business owner, and all the other pressures that are ever present. •• I’m not asking for advice with this post. At all. I feel more and more like myself everyday - but it’s definitely a process. •• Rather, I’m posting this for any other moms out there. Particularly ..... new moms. •• This is your first time experiencing this. It’s hard to even sum up all the things you feel - because on one hand - it’s an incredibly overwhelming + indescribable LOVE. Quite possibly the hardest you’ve ever laughed or smiled in your life at times. •• And quite possibly the hardest you’ve cried and been in the thick of it in your entire life. •• It’s all encompassing on many levels. •• It’s overstimulating. •• It’s beautiful. •• It’s A TRIP. •• You are not alone in your feelings. •• You are not alone in a haze or fog. •• You are not alone when you hear phantom cries and sound machines in your sleep. •• You are not alone when you punch your oven and break your finger at 2 am in a bout of rage because you spilled your breastmilk (first time ever sharing that - but here we are - happened 2 months ago 🤣😭). It’s not lost on me that it was my middle finger. •• All this to say....You’re doing a good job. Don’t forget it 💜 •• To see my gal happy, smiling, living each day is the greatest gift in the entire world and I never ever lose sight of that.