06/10/2026
There is a lot of advice I could give a postpartum mother. But the one piece that hits me deepest is this:
Don’t wish the hard away.
As we get closer to celebrating our twins’ birthday, I find myself thinking back to those early postpartum days.
When they were four months old, my husband left for training, and I felt like I was living in survival mode. Between breastfeeding, pumping, sleep deprivation, caring for two babies, and making sure our oldest still felt seen and loved, I spent most days just trying to make it.
I prayed constantly for strength.
I had family support, and I’m incredibly grateful for that. But if I’m being honest, I think I hid how much help I still needed. I carried more than I should have because I thought I was supposed to. Looking back now, I would give anything to hold those tiny babies again.
My husband often reminds me that I tend to remember the hard before I remember the good. Maybe that’s true, and maybe that’s why I’m learning to give myself grace for that season. It was beautiful and raw, but it was also really hard.
Today, I’ve learned to surrender to the hard instead of fighting it. I’m not afraid to do hard things, have hard conversations, or ask for help anymore.
I let my children see me struggle. I let them see me persevere. I let them see that strength doesn’t mean having it all together; it means continuing forward even when things feel heavy.
So if you’re in the thick of postpartum right now, exhausted and counting down the days until things get easier, I want to gently remind you:
Don’t rush through this chapter, not because it’s easy, and certainly not because you have to love every moment.
But because one day you’ll look back and realize that alongside the exhaustion, there was so much love. So much growth. So much life happening in the middle of the hard.
The hard won’t last forever, and neither will the baby days.