August 3, 2007, Mya graced us with her presence. She entered this world kicking and screaming and didn't stop until she was 16 weeks old. That day changed me forever.
A friend of mine asked me today how children changed me. It's hard to actually verbalize how much Mya means to me and what changed on that day but I will try my best to describe.
I remember feeling a sense of power I've never felt before. It was like I was transported into a "bad ass" mom. I became more assertive, confident, more protective and proud. At that point I knew I was capable of anything and didn't feel as much doubt in myself as I did before. Now someone else depended on me. It made me realize that I could be the mother I always wanted to be. This doesn't mean that I was this perfect supermom or anything. It just meant that "Yes, I could do this although it was going to be hard as hell sometimes." I recall feeling like I was initiated into a new club.
On the other hand, I have never worried so much about anyone before. I sometimes worried and still worry about the silliest things. I used to "just go with the flow" as they say, but now I couldn't really do anything stupid like binge drink or go out all night because Mya would be up at 5:30am and a hangover just wasn't worth it. My desire to sky dive was no longer present. My sleeping patterns changed. I swear I could hear her breathe in the other room. The slightest noise sent me on full alert and still does. (I do blame some of that hyper-arousal on colic,trauma induced).
Anxiety and sleepless nights made for a crabby Caroline at times. Pregnancy also caused me to be hypoglycemic. Now I eat constantly all day long to avoid any sugar lows or meltdowns. Ask Brian what that is like. I'm sure he can describe in detail.
I recall staring at my baby for hours in awe of the miracle before me. Mya made me think about life, god, creation, nature, the universe and all that stuff.
There were days and nights I wanted the moment to last forever and of course there were other days I couldn't wait to experience the next stage of development.
Parenthood has also made me more emotional. I seem to get teary eyed more than ever before. For example, I cry when watching the Olympics. I cried today thinking of the past five years and all the memories. I've cried with my clients.
I remember Mya's first smile, her first tooth, her first steps, first words, her first everything. Just to bear witness was an honor.
I remember the huge adjustment Brian and I had to make as a couple (which was not easy).
I fill with pride when talking about my child and am so proud of her. I wonder what this little person will be when she grows up.
Mya taught me patience and more importantly how to deeply love another person. My heart melts just thinking about her.
That day five years ago changed me forever. I am beyond grateful to have been chosen to parent our little monkey. I am the luckiest!