Navigating New Motherhood: A Significant Transition
April 18, 2023
My little one, Oliver, jolts awake from a less-than-stellar nap in his stroller and begins to wail. Instantly, I’m engulfed by panic and embarrassment as I sit awkwardly on a cushion at a mom and baby meet-up. I struggle to rise, feeling like a stranger in my own body, and rush to comfort him.
Despite my efforts, he refuses the pacifier, ignores his rattle, and I’m out of milk—both literally and metaphorically. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I realize I must leave the gathering, even though I just arrived. A few other moms glance my way with expressions that mix sympathy with pity. Their little ones coo happily or nap comfortably in their slings.
I had longed for this social interaction, craving the support that comes with it. I wanted to feel like my old self again—joyful, laughing, and sharing stories. Instead, I feel like a shadow of that person, consumed by anxiety and confusion, tired and resentful that my baby is robbing me of my social time. Who is this woman overwhelmed by emotions, unable to connect with her child or herself?
As I step outside, ensuring I haven’t left behind any toys or mittens, I’m hit by an overwhelming sense of anger. It seems absurd to be angry at an infant. Aren’t they supposed to be innocent? Yet, I’m trudging home with a crying baby, feeling helpless and like a complete failure. Perhaps my anger lies deeper; I chose this path. I didn’t stumble into motherhood by accident—I wanted this, or at least that’s what I thought.
After a grueling fifteen minutes, we finally arrive home. I head straight to our bed, hoping to nurse him back to sleep. He latches on for a short while as I lie there, silent and still. When he’s finished—never enough, it seems—he erupts in cries again.
In a moment of frustration, I shout, “Why won’t you sleep?!” and in a reckless surge of emotion, I grab a pillow and cover him, crying out, “Shut up!” Immediately, I pull the pillow away, tears streaming down my face as we both cry together.
My three-month-old baby is my undoing.
Looking back, it’s clear what I needed: more support, perhaps a little more milk, and certainly more kindness towards myself. I continued to struggle through those dark days, supplementing and pressuring myself to cope. But what would have truly helped was accepting the transformation into motherhood. I needed to embrace the new version of myself, despite the confusion, anxiety, and exhaustion. Resisting this change only intensified my postpartum depression.
As women, we are biologically wired to nurture on multiple levels—emotionally, physically, and psychologically. The maternal instinct is deeply ingrained in our DNA, driven by hormones that foster love for our needy little ones. It’s scientifically proven that these hormonal changes can alter our brain chemistry permanently. “Mommy brain” is real, and it affects us in profound ways.
After giving birth, we are irrevocably changed. Resisting this transformation is like fighting against a natural force—one that can be more powerful than a hurricane. It’s a fight you simply cannot win.
As modern women, we enjoy freedoms our predecessors did not. Motherhood and marriage are no longer the only paths available to us, allowing for independence, careers, and personal adventures. Yet, this newfound freedom may make the transition into motherhood feel more daunting. We resist losing our identities, our careers, and our passions when the maternal role demands so much.
Some women embrace the change eagerly, ready to welcome their new identity as mothers. For others, like me, the transition can be painful; the birth of a child often signifies the end of life as we once knew it.
In tandem with the joy of new life, we experience the grief of letting go of our former selves. Amid the haze of sleep deprivation and the demands of caring for a tiny human, a new identity emerges. You may not recognize yourself as you stroll by shop windows with your stroller and diaper bag, but in time, you will reconnect with this new you.
As surely as babies learn to sleep through the night and navigate potty training, you will rediscover aspects of your former self, weaving them into the rich tapestry of who you are now. With time, your inner archetypes will find a balance—allowing the adventurous spirit to coexist with the nurturing mother.
In places like Canada and the UK, new mothers receive 37 and 52 weeks of maternity leave, respectively. In the US, however, it’s just 12 weeks, which raises questions about the high prevalence of postpartum depression. We are expected to return to our old lives as if nothing has changed, to reclaim our bodies and step back into the workforce while caring for an infant. It defies logic and instinct.
New mothers require time to adjust to their new roles, and it’s disheartening how societal expectations often fail to support this crucial phase. The greatest disservice we can do is to be unkind to ourselves during this monumental transition. I know I was.
My advice to new mothers is simple: focus on surviving the day. Seek help, acknowledge that you have changed, and understand that your life will never be the same. For the first few months, prioritize just keeping yourself and your baby fed and clean. You can do this.
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In summary, postpartum depression is not a reflection of your worth as a mother. Embrace the transformation and give yourself the grace to adapt to your new role. Remember, you are not alone in this journey.