Dear new parent, There is so much I’d love to tell you, so much that I wish I could go back and tell myself. You see this photograph was me two years ago 22 weeks pregnant. I was so sick I barely got through the 20 minutes we spent taking photographs without puking. I’d spent most of the past 3 months curled up on the floor of my bathroom barely able to function. I was terrified and filled with such guilt. I hated pregnancy and was filled with fear at the idea of becoming a mother. I didn’t feel like I deserved the honor and responsibility, I didn’t feel ready, I wanted more time to just be me. I could feel this little one taking over more and more of my body, my energy, my brain space and it felt more like my life was ending rather than blossoming. I wish that I could go back and hold her face in my hands and say, “You can do this. You have no idea what you are capable of. You have so much to give and this little one will bring more light into your life then you could ever imagine.” I wouldn’t be able to tell her that pregnancy got easier or that she’d have the birth she dreamed of. But I’d be able to tell her that her life would be transformed and enriched beyond measure. That it’s still hard and messy and painful (in someways more than she ever had feared), but it is all more beautiful than she ever had imagined. I’m starting a new series #dearnewparent on Instagram stories where I’ll be sharing more of what I wish I could go back and tell my new parent self. I’ll also be interviewing fellow parents and family professionals about what they’d tell new parents! I’d love to hear from you. Send me a message, video, or tag me and I’ll share your story too!