And who am I anyways?

I’m a Registered Nurse that holds my Master’s in Nursing and have devoted my career as a nurse to the specialty of Maternity. When I had my first child I felt as though there was no better way to enter into motherhood than to have the knowledge and training that I had. My career helped me immensely; I was a maven at changing diapers, had a pretty respectable understanding about breastfeeding, and could bathe a baby like nobody’s business.

But then I became a mother. I started feeling anxious. The relationship with my husband took a turn. I didn’t recognize my own body. I missed my extra bubbly self at social events. I didn’t have the energy or the same patience for the nonsense that I always seemed to manage before having a child. My house wasn’t always ready to be on the cover of a Martha Stewart Living magazine (because this was something I thought could happen at any given moment before becoming a mother), my dog became a third-class citizen, and my husband didn’t seem to ever have clean underwear folded neatly in his drawer anymore. On top of it all, no matter how I was feeling on any given day, it was as if I was constantly reminding myself that my old life was gone forever and there was a no-return policy on the life I had traded it in for.