When I put together my baby shower registry, the Baby Bjorn was at the top of my list—more coveted than the high-end crib or even the jogging stroller. I envisioned myself wearing my little one, cooking, cleaning, and exercising while my snugly baby rested comfortably against me. The idea of being a devoted and attached mother filled me with excitement. I imagined us together, like a modern-day Kang and Roo, inseparable throughout our days.
However, after giving birth at 2:32 AM, I spent hours gazing at my newborn before finally drifting off around 7:45 AM. I was jolted awake at 8 to find him missing. Panic set in as my husband assured me he was merely taken for newborn screenings. “Can you please go get him?” I found myself pleading after just a few minutes. My desire for constant closeness surged, and I couldn’t wait to return home to fulfill my vision of attachment parenting.
Yet, reality struck hard. Within six hours of bringing my son home, I realized that the idealized attachment parenting I had envisioned was not feasible for me. As much as I loved my child, I found myself overwhelmed by the idea of carrying him constantly. The guilt of not being able to embrace this parenting style was almost paralyzing. If I struggled with an 8-pound baby, how would I manage as he grew larger and demanded even more of my personal space?
I adored my son deeply, but I quickly recognized my need for physical space and independence from constant contact. Hours spent nursing felt suffocating, making my stomach churn and my back tense. I needed to move freely without the weight of another body attached to me. Feeding him became a task to manage rather than a bonding experience, and I often felt frustrated with myself about this.
While I cherished the moments we shared—playing together on the sofa or reading for hours—I found it essential to put him down and reclaim my space when he fell asleep. Yes, I felt guilty and torn, often questioning my adequacy as a mother. I would watch other mothers nurse for long stretches, feeling envious and angry at my own limitations.
When my son bit down during nursing sessions, I felt a wave of relief wash over me—it was a sign that we were ready to move on. I occasionally used the Baby Bjorn while shopping, but I rejoiced when he was old enough to sit in a shopping cart. This new phase allowed us both to thrive. He was happy and confident, developing well as I adjusted my approach to motherhood. I learned to put him down for naps and encourage independent play, which helped ease my guilt.
Ultimately, I realized the importance of being true to myself as a mother. It’s okay for our expectations to evolve as we navigate parenthood. When we prioritize our mental and physical well-being, we can be the best mothers for our children. Embracing our own needs ultimately benefits them.
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Summary
This article reflects on the author’s journey from expecting to embrace attachment parenting to recognizing her own need for space and independence as a mother. The piece emphasizes the importance of staying true to oneself in order to provide the best care for one’s child.