Before I became a parent, I thought I knew everything there was to know about parenting because, surely, this stuff is innate and instinctual. It cannot be as hard as folks make it seem.

When I was pregnant and the algorithms threw me head-first into the realm of pregnancy, postpartum, and parenting, my naive confidence started to waver a little but I told myself I had 30+ weeks to learn all there was to learn.

And when I was in the early weeks of postpartum life, I was quickly humbled. Nothing was really coming easily, or instinctually. Every single decision felt like it was monumental.

I needed support but didn’t know where to find it because I wasn’t sure what exactly I needed. But I definitely needed something.

I needed support and assurance. I needed someone to connect with who I could say anything to, who wouldn’t judge but could just hold space, and offer validation and gentle guidance.