There is power in sharing stories. When the story involves the birth of a mother, it becomes even more wholesome. Every week, I’ll be sharing an interview of a mama and her real postpartum stories. Sometimes these stories will be vibrant and uplifting. And sometimes, they’ll be heartbreaking and tearful. Most of the time, they’ll be both. That’s the beauty of postpartum.

Amy, tell us a little bit about your postpartum experience.

My postpartum experience was a mixture of emotions. I look back on it fondly, because I basically lived in a cocoon with my tiny little baby for the first few weeks. But the reality is that I also faced pre-bedtime blues: knowing that I was going to get little sleep and be awake when no one else is, in the dark. I also had night sweats, and general anxiety about taking my baby out in public in the first couple of weeks. Not to mention I was having to figure out how to take care of my own body, what to wear when you’re in recovery, etc.


Do you think the birth experience of your baby influenced your postpartum in any way?

I had a positive birth experience, which definitely set the tone for the first few days. I felt safe and happy in the hospital, but that first ride home was a major shock to my system. As soon as we were settled in at home, and surrounded by our close family, we were back to the happy little bubble.


What was the absolute best and absolute worst in those first few weeks postpartum?

The best part of the first few weeks postpartum was snuggling my little baby and feeling very present–like time stood still. The worst part was the impact of sleep-deprivation and the anxiety I had to overcome to start getting out with my baby to run errands, etc.


If you could give only one piece of postpartum advice to a new mama, what would it be?

My #1 word of advice for new mamas is to trust your gut while pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Those first few days I would coach myself into getting out with my baby to do one small task at a time, even though it scared me. Soon enough I was walking him around the neighborhood, getting coffee, and feeling like a human again.

-Amy Jackson of