Baby Blues.

I sit on the hospital bed as a new mother, which I became in mere seconds, to a perfectly healthy baby.

The river running down my face must mean I’m ungrateful.

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

The congratulatory messages flood in,

“You must be overwhelmed with happiness”, “enjoy every minute”.

It’s not their fault, I’ve said it too, it’s what we say to new Mothers isn’t it?

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

Look at what I have! I don’t deserve to feel sad, let’s throw that emotion in the corner, with the postpartum underwear.

Nothing to see here.

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

Why do I feel like a prisoner?

Why are these four walls closing in?

You have a roof over your head, you have a lovely home. Some people live on the street!

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

My body feels different, it looks different.

But many women would kill for your silvery stripes, the lines of motherhood, look at what it gave you!

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

I have a husband who steps up, he is the definition of the word father. I know some women struggle without support.

See? You have it so good!

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

I don’t know this new me, I haven’t met her before, I’m doubting her a lot.

But you’re alive, you’re breathing, be thankful!

“Mama, wipe away those tears”

I can’t feel sad, there’s no room for my sadness with all that’s going on.

My heart is full, but I’m running on empty and I’m overwhelmed.

My body has broken and the pain is still in my bones.

My life has changed direction in an instant and I just need to feel it all for a moment and cry without judgement, without question.

I stand here in the shower touching my spongy belly and I’m alone in here for the first time in 9 months, the sprays of water drown away my tears.

I know you compare others misfortunes against my non existent ones in the attempt to dam this river.

But my sadness belongs to me, it doesn’t need to be measured.

I may not understand it either.

But please let me cry these tears

So I can feel lighter again.

So I can be the Mother I am destined to be.

Without this shade of blue.

Because I am lucky

I’m strong,

We are unbelievably strong.

Written by our beautiful contributing writer Jess Urlichs.