Jennifer, Montréal QC (3.4)
"The difficult part was to accept that we are now a blended family. This child isn’t solely my child anymore, but also the brother of kids who aren’t my own. This is very, very… very tricky. It was extremely difficult to experience it first hand when he was born. I struggled a lot in the minutes, hours, days, and weeks that followed his birth. Because those children who aren’t mine, well, they – fortunately – made this baby their own. They love him, they touch him, they kiss him… but during this time, I have to refrain my mama bear’s instincts to protect him. It’s easier with my older son: he comes in when I’m naked or when I nurse. I let him take the baby in his arms. It never bothered me with him so I must accept that my partner’s children also deserve the same space. But it’s not easy. I feel naked a lot, physically and emotionally. Before his arrival, they fully respected my privacy. But now that he’s around, it’s like if I’ve disappeared. I don’t exist anymore. They come in to see and kiss their little brother and, whether I liked it or not, they trespass this bubble of ours. And of course they often do it when I’m half naked, milk flowing out of my boobs. It’s delicate. And it’s still difficult."