“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” Osho
Francie Sugar is 3 months old today, which means that I have been a mother for the same amount of time. All the mothers in my life – my mama, both my sisters and even friends, warned me that motherhood is the most wonderful, heartbreaking experience. I know now what they mean – each day that passes is a momentous occasion of surviving and yes heartbreaking because the day is over and your tiny baby is one day older. I understand now why, even though I am 29 years old, my mother still calls me her baby.
Only mothers understand the achievement of a sleeping baby, of self-soothing, of a good feed and even that poo. Only mothers understand the guilt of an endless cry or the heartbreak when someone tells you that your baby is getting ‘big’. Only mothers understand the conflict between co-sleeping cuddles and independent cot time. Only mothers understand the soft satisfaction of a suckling baby at the end of the day and only mothers could ever understand the beauty and calmness of midnight feeds.
3 months of Francie Sugar has been magical – that is the only way to describe it. 3 months of being a mother have been pretty magical too, I cannot imagine being anyone else.
To celebrate the last trimester, as some call it, here are some snaps that the lovely Robyn Davie snapped of us when Francie Sugar was just 8 weeks.