When I became a parent at the ripe old age of 24, I was glad to kiss a difficult pregnancy goodbye and embrace the joys of new motherhood. But while the joys were many, so were the challenges. I thought I had been adequately prepared to reach a whole new level of sleeplessness, to feed someone from my own body more than I fed myself, to answer every beck and call and do it effortlessly.
Now the word “prepared” seems laughable to use in the context of becoming a parent — literally, becoming a whole new version of yourself, shedding your old skin and giving birth to the mother in you from the moment you give birth to your child. There is no way to prepare for motherhood and I wish I’d known that. But I also wish I’d known how to ask for help.
Sarah Bregel 
I love this so so so much! Thank you for writing the words I have been thinking and feeling since my own son was born. Like you I want to add another child to our family but truth be told, I’m dreading the newborn time mostly for those reasons you wrote about.
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youre so welcome! xoxo
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