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I spent almost ten years as a hospice nurse before I stayed home with my son. Here are the honest lessons I’ve learned as a SAHM after leaving nursing, from losing my identity and battling mom guilt to finding my worth outside a paycheck.

I don’t have many pictures of Axel and me when he was a newborn. Not because no one offered to take them. Because I usually said no. I hated the way I looked. Looking back, that breaks my heart. Those sleepy newborn cuddles, the contact naps, the tiny fingers wrapped…

I spent almost ten years as a hospice nurse before I stayed home with my son. Here are the honest lessons I’ve learned as a SAHM after leaving nursing, from losing my identity and battling mom guilt to finding my worth outside a paycheck.

I don’t have many pictures of Axel and me when he was a newborn. Not because no one offered to take them. Because I usually said no. I hated the way I looked. Looking back, that breaks my heart. Those sleepy newborn cuddles, the contact naps, the tiny fingers wrapped…