09/29/2026
A client recently reminded me of the connection between the Hebrew and Arabic words for womb, which share the same root as the word for compassion: Rechem, Rachma, Rachameem. To me this connection makes perfect sense.
Like the womb, compassion offers a nurturing container in which growth can flourish. When I’m holding space for my clients, or anyone really, compassion feels like one of the most important qualities I can bring into that space. Including with myself.
Postpartum, like other times when we are “beginners” and navigating uncharted territory, can leave us feeling especially vulnerable. Even if you have had other children, each postpartum is an entirely new experience. And it is one in which so many new parents feel inadequate. There can be so much self-judgment, not only when we fail to match society’s idealized versions of motherhood, but also when we fall short of our own image of who we thought we would be as mothers, regardless of where that expectation originated.
What happens when reality clashes with those images? When, for example, we pictured ourselves loving nursing our babies, only to discover that we experience intense sensory aversions or anxiety with every letdown? When we imagined ourselves savoring cozy moments at home, in bed with our newborns, only to find ourselves feeling claustrophobic while navigating a more difficult than imagined physical recovery? When we see our partners having so much more patience than we do? When we are in deep grief over our disconnection from the nourishing social life or career we knew before this creature joined us? When we don’t feel the love for them like we thought we would or should?
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