I’ve noticed that motherhood is like a tide. You start from chaos. I can’t speak to natural childbirth, because I never managed to pull that off; however, I would imagine that’s chaotic in its own way. For me, motherhood began with an incision in my belly, so I dealt with the basic issues of feeding and sleeping and caring for this completely helpless creature who could not bear to be out of my sight while also caring for a body that had just undergone major abdominal surgery. I looked like this a lot.
Weeks, months pass, and finally you get to this point.
Then you hover between those two states for a while.
You add work. Now you are caring for a baby, showering, and going to work.
This goes better some days than others.
After a while, you decide to clean the house.
Some days, though, you have to say f-it.
Then cooking. Moms serve healthy, homemade food, right?
The kids get older. Things get easier, and harder, and more complicated, and simpler.
But you never have all the plates spinning at once for very long. So just focus on the plates that are working and ignore the rest. They, too, will have their day.