I have come a long way..

I was chatting with my friend, when she slipped in a quick message “I am pregnant “.I was so excited , I called her up and we talked for a while, that got me thinking of my pregnancy and motherhood.
I enjoyed my pregnancy, except the initial hiccups of nausea, everything went great.I felt great, I was happy ,healthy ,pampered and to top it all was not losing a single strand of hair.
Contrary to that, motherhood didn’t come easy to me; I realized that my ideas of having a baby and a real screaming baby in my arms were not the same at all. Post partum recovery, sleepless nights, breastfeeding fiasco were hard and to handle.
From endless worrying about should the baby wear long sleeves to sleep ,will he feel hot at night , why is he crying now ,is he getting enough milk , should I feed him the infant formula, to sterilizing the sterilized milk bottles just to be sure ,to washing hands a thousand times for fear dreadful germs , to leaving him at day care , I have come a long way; my son has taught me a lot of things. I learnt that babies are strong, resilient little things .It doesnt matter if you have to feed them formula instead of breast milk they don’t love you less .All they care about is a full tummy, clean bottom and a constant dose of cuddles ,hugs ,kisses and love .They do forgive you for your mistakes , still love you and look up to you and run to you with open arms when you pick up them up from child care at the end of the day .I realize that I was never a mommy material but my son is teaching me how to be one. Wait a minute…seems like Wordswoth was right after all, I agree “The Child is the father of the man”