I will never forget the funniest yet most terrifying moment for me as a new mother:

On the third night in the hospital with my newborn son, I was alone for the first time since giving birth. I was already extremely nervous because I was a new mom and I didn’t want anyone to leave me alone, but unfortunately my husband had to leave for work until 12 AM. I had to suck it up, take a deep breath, and embrace and realize that I am a mother now, and I had to remind myself that this will be a learning experience. Yes, I could have taken Christian to the hospital nursery, but I really wanted to take advantage of this alone time with my son, and so I did. As the night continued on, it was time for Christian’s next feed. I did what the nurses had shown me to do; feed him and burp him after. I was watching the TV while cradling him, and all of a sudden I felt something warm in my bra. I look down to see what it was, and what do you know: spit up. As soon as I took a deep breath, Christian started spitting up again, and it was going EVERYWHERE. And what do you know now….he just got finished pooping, or at least I thought he was finished. I went to lay Christian down in the little mobile crib so I could change his diaper, and boy when I opened that diaper there was nothing but brown liquid (sorry if you’re getting a little queasy, but I’m just being honest). I finished cleaning him up, and next thing I know he starts pooping again! It was literally pouring out and getting all over the crib, and to top it all of he started peeing on me and all over himself (including his precious little face). I was taking extremely deep breaths, trying my absolute best to remain calm…..until Christian started spitting up again and gasping for air, and that was my breaking point. I snatched him up so fast and started patting his back and next thing you know I’m running out to the hallway (did I mention I didn’t bother putting a onesie let alone a diaper back on him??) and I am crying and breaking down in front of a nurse, and I couldn’t even get words out of my mouth.

After the nurse helped me out and calmed me down, she reassured me that all of the things that were happening that night were completely normal, and as a new mother it is not expected that I know everything. Before she told me those things, I felt so much pressure about being the perfect parent and doing everything absolutely right. So after hearing her comforting words, my spirit was lifted, and there wasn’t so much weight on my shoulders anymore. I believe at that moment, I fell more in love with Christian and in love with myself as not only becoming a mother, but becoming his mother, but if there is one more thing that I can be 110% honest with all of you about….motherhood is no joke.