I remember sitting on the floor in our Brooklyn bedroom, tears streaming down my face. Six months into motherhood and I was so tired. Exhausted to my core, both from being needed 24/7 and from falling in love with my baby so hard that I never wanted to be away from him. I never understood how much mothers can love until I became a mom myself.
Despite the insane amount of beautiful love I felt vibrating through my whole body and despite all the happiness I felt about having my perfect son, another part of me also felt like the entire life that I had worked so hard to create pre-baby, was slipping through my post-baby fingers.
My professional self felt so far away.