I joined the sisterhood
I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Wildberry, on a Sunday in mid-January. It was the happiest day of my life, hands down. I became a mother, and joined the sisterhood of mamas.
In the days after Wildberry’s birth, I was overcome with emotion. Excitement, joy, relief, panic, fear, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of awe and respect for mamas everywhere. Even though I had a full-term pregnancy, I didn't feel the full impact of being a mama until Wildberry left my womb.
At first it seemed unfathomable to me that mamas around the world today and for thousands of years have not only carried and delivered babies, but raised them too. What a daunting and great task! The realization has since turned into the deepest respect.
I am especially fortunate because I benefitted from the experiences of my sisters. The best advice I got was to be flexible during the labor and delivery process, and to know that some things would be out of my control. I handled an emergency C-section and a shockingly low birth weight baby with as much strength as I could muster because of that advice.
My sisterhood of mamas were indispensable in the weeks after my delivery. My mama, mama-in-law and aunts prepared special postpartum delicacies for me that have been passed down for generations in our (Asian) Indian families. They were rich in both nutrients and flavor. My cousins and sister recommended (and gifted) my husband and me the best baby products, cooked us meals, cleaned our home, helped me “master” breastfeeding, and supported me emotionally. The amount of love (even pampering) bestowed on me was overwhelming. Sleep deprivation, pain, etc. paled in comparison to the positive energy and warmth around me. I was able to enjoy the first days and months with my daughter, maybe more than my sisterhood of mamas did because of their generosity.
(I don't want to discount the importance of the men in my life, but mamahood is best understood by fellow mamas!)
In the months since Wildberry's birth, I’ve felt a deeper connection with my own mama. I now have an understanding of how much she loves me and my siblings. As a child, I often wondered how she remembered, without fail, to pick us up from school everyday. I finally get it — of course, she wouldn’t forget her children!
I’m honored to be part of the sisterhood of mamas. I'm proud to say that I've been a mama for nearly fifteen months. Of course, I have a lot to learn and hopefully will have a lot to share. Zainab’s and my hope is that this blog will become a resource for mamas so that our sisterhood of mamas and yours can grow and strengthen.