This Little Light of Miche

Today is my first day taking care of both Kingsley and the newborn on my own since their dad went back to work. Whew. Just saying that out loud feels like a milestone. I was a little nervous waking up this morning, knowing it was all on me—but then I reminded myself: I’m their mom. I got this.

It’s wild how motherhood stretches you. Some moments feel overwhelming, and some feel like pure magic. Right now, it’s a mix of both. The baby’s cries, Kingsley’s energy, my healing body—it’s a lot. But then I look at their faces and it’s like… okay, this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

I’m still deep in my recovery journey, and every day I learn more about myself. I’m not just surviving—I’m healing, I’m growing, I’m becoming someone I can be proud of. And the most beautiful part? I love life. Like really love it. Even on the tough days. Especially on the tough days.

Thank God I haven’t been hit with postpartum depression. That was something I was scared of, especially with everything I’ve gone through. But right now, I feel clear, I feel connected, and I feel hopeful. There’s an optimism in me that hasn’t dimmed, even when things get messy or loud or exhausting.

To all the mamas out there who are figuring it out day by day—you’re not alone. And if today’s your first “solo day” too… take a breath, trust yourself, and remember: you were made for this.

Love,

Miche💛