On March 19th, 2016 at 4:22pm, I became a Mother. That was the most critical life event I’ve ever experience in my life and it will always be something I will never forget. It was the longest 9 month ever, it was also extremely hard. I was going to school and I was also working. This experience was extremely positive and negative at the same time, the positive part is I gave birth to a healthy baby boy but the negative part was I was in labor for almost 20 hours, my sons heart beat kept on dropping, and because of all that I had to have an emergency C-section and the healing process was absolutely the worst. I did not know even laughing was going to hurt or even sneezing. This experience made me very strong women not because I gave birth but
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They both were my rock through everything. Being a first-time mom is extremely hard, especially when you go through a serious surgery. I basically, couldn’t do anything and I remember the doctor telling me if I ever feel sad or depressed I need to talk to someone. At one point, I did have the blues because I’m a mother and I couldn’t physically move the way I wanted to and I couldn’t feed my child because of the surgery. I had so many thoughts; will I be a good mother? Can I be a good mother? I was home for 3 months straight I didn’t go to work or school; I did not have a social life after the birth. It mentally became too much, I was always thinking and it didn’t help when my friends went to the Dominica Republic during memorial weekend. It sounds selfish, but I felt like I deserved a break but reality checked in. I can’t I’m responsible for a little human being. That’s when it hit me that I can’t do what I wanted to, I have a child. I’m not free like I use to be. My husband and my mother practically did everything, from cooking, cleaning, helping with the baby and even letting me have a break and just sleep. If it wasn’t for them I would have been extremely helpless and depressed, because it was hard. My mother is old-fashion and she very cultural and religious. She is a 60 years old Somali lady who believes that the woman holds the family and the woman is the foundation of the family. She also believes
They both were my rock through everything. Being a first-time mom is extremely hard, especially when you go through a serious surgery. I basically, couldn’t do anything and I remember the doctor telling me if I ever feel sad or depressed I need to talk to someone. At one point, I did have the blues because I’m a mother and I couldn’t physically move the way I wanted to and I couldn’t feed my child because of the surgery. I had so many thoughts; will I be a good mother? Can I be a good mother? I was home for 3 months straight I didn’t go to work or school; I did not have a social life after the birth. It mentally became too much, I was always thinking and it didn’t help when my friends went to the Dominica Republic during memorial weekend. It sounds selfish, but I felt like I deserved a break but reality checked in. I can’t I’m responsible for a little human being. That’s when it hit me that I can’t do what I wanted to, I have a child. I’m not free like I use to be. My husband and my mother practically did everything, from cooking, cleaning, helping with the baby and even letting me have a break and just sleep. If it wasn’t for them I would have been extremely helpless and depressed, because it was hard. My mother is old-fashion and she very cultural and religious. She is a 60 years old Somali lady who believes that the woman holds the family and the woman is the foundation of the family. She also believes