I’ve never been much of a baby person. I was never the type to stop moms on the street to coo at, or talk about, their babies – and I was always the first person to roll my eyes at the sound of a crying child. I never thought I was terribly maternal, either – a belief that was perpetuated by the fact that as a little girl, I would throw my dolls down the stairs (instead of hug and care for them). Although I *wanted* to be a mom, I honestly wasn’t overly excited about taking on this new role. (There were even a few times during my pregnancy when I told Q I couldn’t blog about what I was *really* feeling; I was convinced our readers would think I would be a terrible mother!)

Imagine my surprise, then, when I gave birth and fell madly in love with Zoe. Every cliche I’d ever heard about childbirth and parenthood played out before my eyes, and I understood in an instant what all the hub-bub about babies was about. I was completely (and foolishly, I know) unprepared for the intensity of my feelings and the experience, and I remain in awe over the fact that a person can care so much about someone they’ve just met.  

Twelve weeks after giving birth to Zoe (Happy 12-Week Birthday, Zoe!), I’m still recovering from the shock and wonder of everything that has transpired. I don’t necessarily feel like a totally different person (and I think that’s a good thing) – but I do consider myself a happier person. A luckier person. Oh, and maybe even a baby person. :)

-M

 

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