Mommy shares nude selfie after giving birth!!

Nothing is sacred anymore. Even beautiful moments such as the birth of a child are not something precious between two people and their loved ones. It is all out there for everyone to see.

You should have seen the look on my face when i read the title to a post about a Mommy who shared her nude selfie on Facebook a day after giving birth. Who does that? In my own moment of weakness i had judged Erika even before i had seen her caption.

Erika Andrews’s pic went viral on Social Media on the 20th of January 2016. To date the pic has over 145 000 likes and 40 000 shares. The more her story circulated the more it touched a lot of Mommies around the world.

Who knew giving birth could be made to look so honest, raw frank and beautiful. I am anti- anything nude but i swear i love this picture and i can understand why Erika shared it. The gift of life is precious and being blessed to be able to carry a life is another blessing on its own. As a young woman ( not sure about the young part anymore) i definitely look forward to giving birth and being a Mommy. I think the joy , anxiety and excitement can make you do anything. We seldom speak about the down side of pregnancy and how one looks and feels 24 hours after giving birth. In some African cultures a woman does not even goes outside her house and public places for the first 3 months and the baby can only be seen by the closest family within that period. Think of that and look at Erika’s selfie and her caption.

The adult diaper part is not loo so scary actually. These things almost look like normal undies… Who knew?  I salute all the Mommies out there and if you a first time Mommy, Congratulations to you!!!  #HAPPYPARENTING

This is what 24 hours postpartum looks like. Baby in sling. Skin to skin. Adult diapers. And a rosy glow. My body feels like it ran a marathon and my heart is wide open from yesterday’s travels. Birth opens us like an earthquake opens the earth and I am still in the intimate, fragile throes of that opening. I feel raw. Emotional. Different. I feel like I’m on the undulating surface of the rippling ocean being tossed back and forth between happiness, gratitude, melancholy, and grief. 23 hours ago I held life within and 24 hours ago I surged and transformed allowing life to flow through me, into my waiting hands. The emptiness in my womb brings a heavy feeling crashing into reality but then this new little life whimpers, searching for the breast with soft rooting, and I feel whole again. I am still processing the beautiful transition my whole family has traveled through and I am in complete awe of our strength as humans, women, and mothers. This time is simply unlike any other.