After a few months of being home with Noah, I desperately wanted to get back to teaching yoga. I thought that the faster I got back to teaching, the faster I’d start to feel like my old self again. Being a new mom really threw me for a loop. Teaching and working is something I understood and could identify with—being a new mom was not. I am eternally grateful to my son for blessing our lives by choosing us as his parents and could not imagine life without him. In the beginning I grasped on tightly to my former, familiar, non-mom self even as our new life consumed our day-to-day. As soon as I was cleared for physical exercise, I lined up my schedule with classes and got back to work.
After a few months keeping up with the tedious pace of caring for a newborn, housekeeping, healing from my pregnancy and disrupted digestive issues, teaching classes and doing some part-time office work on the side, I started to fizzle out big time. Hubby and I argued more, I was constantly tired and I lacked enthusiasm for my work. No one was getting sleep and we were all an exhausted mess.