There’s something about finding one’s identity after giving birth that really messes with a woman. The hormones, the baby weight, the sleep deprivation – it all takes a toll on the essence of who you’ve become thus far. At the end of the day, after nine months of being a human incubator, we are no longer a previous version of ourselves. We become our own doppelgängers – different copie of who we were, in a new chapter of our lives.
That’s where I am right now. I’m navigating this new identity, figuring out who this doppelgänger is. She’s a new mother of 2, trying to juggle being a wife, a mother and a woman when her whole world has been turned upside down. Some days I feel comfortable in this new edition of myself, but more often than not I feel completely lost. A failure. Motherhood is a humbling experience, that’s for sure. After I gave birth to Remy, it took some time to rediscover the person that I used to be. And to be honest, I never went back to that version of myself. I just evolved. So here I am again, evolving into a new doppelgänger of my former life.
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