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On Postpartum Vibes

I promised I won't use any form of editing, hence typing this directly on the phone. No AI has been harmed in producing this piece.

I hold some strange contrasting views on becoming a mother these days. Call it postpartum hormone induced clarity. 

On the one hand, I have come to believe that what a woman's body goes through during pregnancy and delivery is just beyond insane. I don't think it can be or should be explained. On the rare occasions, I go to Instagram, I see all these posts directed at me telling me what happens to the body postpartum.

Nothing comes close to the real deal. Just the whole precision with which the system works. Growing a new body from scratch, possibly a different blood group. The whole delivery process. The pain, the labour push, the whole few hours of this. Even if noone lifts a finger, in most cases, the baby will come out. Breastfeeding starting like on a clock in most cases. It's just madness if you think about it. And the best part is, every women who goes through this, goes through all the hard parts - the pain, the postpartum hormones, the confusion of handling a new born, the sleeplessness. It's a few months of such intensity, blows your mind. 

And then, on the other hand, I am also realising that despite this awesomeness, it all just goes back to normal. It could be because of the current world order of women and men competing at work and being equal. But essentially, after this amazing thing the body goes through, we go back to pretending we are all just normal equal people, competing to get the same promotions and equal salaries. 

I mean, motherhood is difficult at all stages. The fact that women can work and still be mothers is madness. I did it for 3 years and I know for a fact, it's not easy. But then, when you bring in this perspective - that your body did something so crazy in the last few months and here you are back at work, like you care about something as trivial as a presentation. It blows my mind and makes me laugh at the same time. 

No, men and women are not equal. Sure, men are better in many ways. But just this aspect of biology makes women superior. Period. The fact that we brush it under the carpet and get right back to business makes us stronger too.

Anyway. Like I said, postpartum hormones and hours of feeding makes me say all this perhaps. 

Either way, I have to say, writing without thinking or using AI to improve what I said feels weirdly empowering. I might just do this blogging thing more!


Cheers

Preeks

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