Dear Friend,

Tomorrow will be one of the hardest days for you. The last three months have completely changed your life. In that time you have brought life into the world and navigated the terrain of caring after a tiny person that is completely dependent on you. 

If I had to guess, I would say that you’ve experienced a few new things while on your maternity leave. The first moment you laid eyes on your newborn, and it felt like you couldn’t possibly contain your heart from bursting out of its chest. The first time you watched her sleep, breathing in-and-out, amazed that you helped create this beautiful person. When you made eye contact with her, and you could just feel that incredible bond that the two of you shared. The first time she made those sweet little baby coo’s that just melted you heart. I’m sure it was a sound you felt like you could listen to forever.

Along with all these great moments of becoming a mother, come the not so pleasant moments. The sleepless nights, the 2 a.m. feedings, and the complete and sheer exhaustion that welcomes you into parenthood. The days when she was sick and you realized one of the worst parts of being a parent was not being able to make your child feel better.

Tomorrow is the big day. You will go back to work, and have to leave your baby. You are lucky in that you will get to leave her in the arms of a loved one, and not a stranger. It will still be so incredibly hard though.

It’s a strange feeling to spend 9 months growing a human being, spending a few months with them 24/7, and then having to leave them for 9 hours a day. Honestly, it’s a pretty gut-wrenching feeling.

You see, motherhood is filled with so many emotions. And tomorrow you will realize that the biggest one of them all is guilt. You may feel like you are making the wrong decision in leaving your baby. That you are somehow neglecting her and not doing your motherly duties by staying home. You might feel overwhelmed with the idea of having to work a full time job and take care of a newborn. 

You will feel like there aren’t enough hours in a day or days in a week to possibly get everything done. You might be stressed that your baby isn’t getting enough quality time with you, and she will somehow not bond with you the way that she should. You might feel like a rubber band that can’t be stretched anymore, and like you’re ready to break.

I just want to tell you friend, that all of these things, they are okay to feel. Most importantly, I want you to know that you are not alone. Whether you feel all of these things, or some, I need you to remember that you are an amazing mama. Don’t compare yourself to what other families are doing, or the other moms that are able to stay at home. As mothers, we have a tendency to spend so much time comparing our choices to others, when we so should just be enjoying the moments we have and the memories we are making with our own children.

So tomorrow morning will be here quicker than you’d like, and you will wake up feeling sad. And that’s okay. You might cry on your way to work, and that’s okay too.

Whatever you do, just remember, you are doing the very best that you can for that little one. She is loved, she is cared for, and she is your number one. No matter what you do in life, if you keep those three things in mind, I promise you, it will be enough.

You are an amazing, loving, wonderful mother. If you can remember one thing every morning when you get up, remember this: You, my friend, you are enough.

This article originally appeared on The Chronicles of Motherhood

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Cassie is a working mother of two small kiddos. She works on maintaining the delicate balance of work/mommy/wife life, and making sure she doesn’t run out of wine before payday. She enjoys writing in her free time and chronicling the adventures of being a mom. You can follow her on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/thechroniclesofmotherhood Twitter, https://twitter.com/ChronOfMom and Instagram, https://www.instagram.com/the_chronicles_of_motherhood/ and visit her website http://www.cassiehilt.com/

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