Giving birth is one of the most powerful moments in a woman’s life. A baby reshapes your world and your heart—but it also changes your body in ways many new moms are afraid to talk about.
I thought labor would be the hardest part. I was wrong.
What came after nearly broke me. My body hurt everywhere. My emotions swung wildly. Even standing up felt impossible. Motherhood was beautiful, but it tore me apart before slowly putting me back together.
One night, I didn’t have the strength to walk to the bathroom alone. My husband held me like I was fragile, helped me back to bed, fixed my postpartum diaper, and tucked me in.
I started crying. I felt helpless. Embarrassed. I wanted to apologize for him seeing me at my lowest.
He squeezed my hand and whispered, “This makes me love you even more.”
He didn’t see weakness. He saw courage.
“You gave us our son,” he said. “Taking care of you is the least I can do.”
In that moment, I understood that love isn’t about perfect days or grand gestures. It’s about showing up when everything is messy and painful.
In the weeks that followed, he changed diapers, cooked meals, and rocked the baby at night.
And little by little, I healed—wrapped in love.
Now when I look at my husband and my son, I know how incredibly lucky I am.
