The first year of being a mother is impossible to explain. Sometimes I try and sum it up and the best I can do is explain it like so: It has been the longest shortest best hardest craziest calmest most exhausting most exhilarating simplest most complicated most exciting least exciting joyful year of my life. Phewf. Really though, that’s the only way I can sort of try and describe it. It’s a total trip. Such a conflicted time, yet everything feels so natural. You’re so confused, but at the same time, when you feel your baby in your arms, so sure that this is exactly where you are supposed to be.