The moment your first child enters your life you feel many emotions. In my personal experience, my first child’s thoughts were” Oh sugar, honey, ice tea” moment. How was I going to take care of myself and a child? Granted I have my husband and family for assistance, but the sheer thought of an individual depending on me was nerve-racking. I kept it to myself during my first pregnancy and stayed very active. I still hiked, exercised, salsa-danced, and practiced yoga. I experienced minimal morning sickness, my emotions remained balanced, and my energy levels were stable. I planned on having my husband join me on the journey, especially with the prenatal classes. Well, all of my dreams went down the drain because in March 2020, the “C” word put the whole world on lockdown. This caused me to focus mainly on my pregnancy and my son. I worked from home and took online classes. When he was born, my body bounced back, with no stretch marks, and my hair was long and thick. I returned to work to complete my new role training just six weeks postpartum. Working from home gave me the autonomy to immerse myself in his growth fully. Even though I did struggle a little bit with what I assumed to be postpartum, which will be discussed in another post I still was keeping it together.
My husband was a truck driver, and during this time, he spent about 6 days on the road. We shared a rental home with Mom, so having an on-site sitter was glorious. Especially since my son is the first boy and grandchild. There wasn’t much going on in the world, so nothing was truly missed. Once things began to open, I was masked up, taking Mommy-and-me classes. He son was truly a real-life My Buddy.
