Real Life Wednesday

(yes, it's a day late...after all, this is REAL life)


And this is how it all started.

One month shy of 26 years old, bringing this little piece of my heart into the world. Her birth story is filled with miracles, joy, tears, distress, disbelief and a healthy reality check.

I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into.

This little human was depending on ME for everything.

And I felt it.

Literally AND figuratively.

I had no idea what to expect in the days, months and years ahead of us. In fact, had I known all those things I would NEVER have left the safety and security of the hospital.

After all, there was a magic button there, that when I pushed it, some wonderful nurse would appear and HELP me any time, day or night...without question.

Until they told us it was time to go home. And I was terrified.

That was a long time ago now and today my concerns, worries and fear look a whole lot different than they did then. Wondering about poop color, which pacifier is best, whether to use cloth or disposable diapers, or how to shower alone, seems laughable now.

But it didn't seem laughable then. Those were some serious issues. And I needed a guide.

Enter Martha, seasoned mother, unruffled by most things I thought were going to scar my baby for life.

She taught me how to make sleep a priority for ME; that showering is still important; that Dr. Smith's butt cream works miracles; and that you're still a person, even IF you're also a mom.

She was my guide in those early days and I don't even think she knows this (I clearly need to tell her).

And now it's my turn to be the guide, sharing what I've learned along the way as a mom and also sharing the tools I've learned as a professional health coach and industry leader.

It humbles me more than you know to have you in this community. I can't wait to see what we build together.

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