9 months in, 9 months out. Postpartum the journey so far.

9 months in, 9 months out. Postpartum the journey so far.

Newborn days and now 9 months old. The growth of us both inside and out. Photo @roseoates_

9 months of GROWTH for both of us.

Pregnancy felt long yet the 9 months of your growing earthside seemed to fly both equally fast and, in some parts, so very painfully slow.

When I birthed her into this world, I had no idea I also would be totally re-born.
It’s beautiful, powerful, confusing,
and painful.
All the different emotions manage to surge within you seemingly at the same time.

We nurture, care, and raise our children all while trying to understand and care for ourselves in the moments we have left.

I have struggled this postpartum, hit the lowest of lows, I look back at that photo on the left and remember the pain, but I also look at it with a fondness; I am soft, vulnerable, lost but also happy, proud and in awe of this beautiful human being that laid next to me who only a mere week before was inside of me.

9 months of Growth for us both.

9 months on and I haven’t bounced back… I never intended to,
my life and body are only going one way and that’s forward.

My body is still soft – but there is STRENGTH in that softness,
to grow a life my body had to make room, to stretch and grow – it is soft
because it needed to have the strength to support life itself.

9 months on I’m still vulnerable – But I no longer see it as weakness,
it is a sign of strength, courage, and bravery.

I have learnt to lean into it. Being vulnerable is raw
and truthful – there is no hiding in it, it has taught me to listen to myself, connect
and more than ever authentically live my truth.

9 months on and life has gotten clearer – the pain has gone, it’s still messy, confusing, exhausting and at times stinky.

9 months on and we have both grown and gotten stronger.

9 months on my darling baby girl has taught me so much in her short time, I’m sure she will continue to teach me for the rest of my life.

9 months on writing this I have tears streaming down my face
thinking about it all and of my darling daughter.

9 months ago as you were born…
Cover me in sunshine played softly
in the background.
And that you have – done every day of your life. I love you.

Esme Phoenix.
And just like the Phoenix, I have been re-birthed into the truest version of me.

Where ever you are postpartum or in motherhood – Be proud of your growth and know that you aren’t in this alone.

Love Rose x

Motherhood – the change, evolution and grief.

Motherhood – the change, evolution and grief.

The days feeling so detached from the person you once were – that you don’t know how to connect them back to the same person at all.
Motherhood changed me.

She has had to change. This change has nothing to do with the love I feel for my children – that love and time for them I give with all my heart and wouldn’t go back.
This change has everything to do with me, this time in my life where I feel like I’m living in some sort of purgatory, a place that’s in between,

In between who I used to be,
Who I currently am and
Who do I want to be?

In fleeting moments I think about it, but it’s not until I have had time to myself, the weight of the things I’d been holding in come flooding out.

I catch my reflection in the mirror and really look at this woman before me… I know I am her, but I don’t recognise her now. The tears silently flow down my cheeks.

But I let myself grieve this time, the isolation, independence, I miss my body, when did I stop caring about myself?
I am tired and feeling without direction; I let it all out in all its honesty, the things no one actually wants to say out loud…

It was relieving to even admit it to myself.
Who am I now?

Sometimes we don’t allow ourselves to grieve those parts of us that are gone because we are worried that it means we aren’t grateful.
But gratitude and grief can live as one.

I don’t quite recognise the woman in the mirror just yet, but I know her. She is currently processing and learning about herself again; she is evolving and figuring it out, all while giving so much of herself to raising her children.

I must give her some time, give her some grace.
After a while, I realised…
She isn’t lost at all… she’s just in a state of metamorphosis, just like a caterpillar before it becomes a butterfly – it’s somewhere in between.

It’s not going to be this way forever.

The old me hasn’t been through all the things I have now. She is stronger.

I let go of what was and am keeping focus on what is ahead.

Be kind to yourselves, mamas.

You are just evolving into something beautiful. 🦋

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