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I’ll never forget the advice that my midwife gave me after my first baby was born. “Plant yourself on the couch, rest, and nurse the baby,” she said. “Don’t really do anything else for a few weeks.” She also gave me permission — no, encouragement — to say no to visitors, unless they were coming over to help with the baby. “You don’t have to play host,” she said.

I’ll never forget this advice, soma pharma n.v but the truth is, I very much forgot it at the time. Sitting around and doing nothing sounded awful to me. I am the kind of person who likes to keep busy and be productive — the idea that having a baby would somehow cancel that sounded absurd to me. And visitors? How could I say no to my friends and family members who just wanted to come over and dote on my beautiful bundle of love?

Well, my midwife’s advice was spot on. But I didn’t realize that until it was too late. My postpartum experience with my first baby was challenging, to say the least. I had a really tough time breastfeeding at first, and even once we got past the part where my baby literally couldn’t latch onto the breast, I still felt like a failure because each breastfeeding session was a complicated dance of me positioning my six pillows just right and trying over and over to get him to latch.

That feeling of, “I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m a terrible parent” seeped into everything I did in those early weeks. On top of that, I decided that I needed to get back in the swing of things as soon as I could, so I spent way too much time tidying the house, cooking, and taking light walks outside. I was constantly exhausted and run down, but I kept going.

Oh, and did I mention that my baby wouldn’t sleep? It took about 2-3 hours of walking and bouncing him to get him to settle. Then, when he finally did fall asleep, I couldn’t sleep, because I needed to wake up every two seconds to make sure he was breathing.

Basically, I was in a state of high anxiety, exhaustion, and physical depletion. I kind of thought it was normal — I was a new mom, after all! — but it wasn’t. I would wake up in the middle of the night, my mind racing, terrified that something had happened to my baby. I’d have nightmares that I left him somewhere, or that I died, and that he had no mother.

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