Becoming a family
I was reading an article recently which talked about the difference between figuring out how to be a mother and figuring out how to be a family, and that the two are really quite different. It got me thinking, so here’s my take on that. Heads up, it’s going to be unedited, and at times, it’s going to be soppy. And apparently, long, sorry about that. I brought my baby into the world as part of a team. I didn’t make him alone, I didn’t grow him alone, and I didn’t birth him alone. Throughout my pregnancy, my husband was there to share in my worries and my excitement; we saw the ultrasounds together, heard his heartbeat together, felt him move (and hiccough) in the womb together. Being pregnant was a journey, the next step in our relationship that we always hoped we’d get to experience. It was the start of the shift from couple to family. I’ve always been very clumsy, but when my husband told me to be careful during my pregnancy, he expected me to be even more careful, for our son....