Reframing your predicament can be the difference between victimhood and triumph.
Not one for the conventional route at that time in my life, I surrounded myself with support. Not necessarily from friends and family, but from literature, music and my environment.

My nesting consisted of furnishing my modest cottage in the mountains with beauty and affordable art to mitigate what could have been construed as loneliness prior to Baby’s arrival, and despair when she arrived and I lost a sense of self.

I was so deeply in love with my baby girl, that I was entirely commandeered by her presence, falling deeper and deeper into this surreal world. Everything revolved around her now. In a kaleidoscopic haze we survived each day, one day at a time, and I did my very best to love her the way I wished to be loved.
We were sequestered on our mountain for months alone, and for the first time in my life, I was not the most important person on planet earth.

They say our children are our greatest teachers, and I was experiencing this first hand. I was not always comfortable with what she had to impart, particularly in the middle of the night, but I was committed to the journey, not focusing, for once, on the destination.

When “alone” while raising Baby thrive in the autonomy, bask in the glow of motherhood on your own terms, flourish in the sacred relationship forming as Baby’s sole source of nurturing. Take your power back.

Society may frown upon unconventional family structures, but you do you, and Baby will do Baby, and a beautiful family you shall be.