This piece is a part of a series about support systems and how important they are for the postpartum mother.
A year and a half ago, we sat at a tiny Belgian cafe, eating waffles, fruit and eggs. As we sipped our coffee, we told my parents in our own special way that we were expecting a baby. My mom’s eyes welled up and overcome by emotion, she started sobbing. Startled, the family seated next to us looked over to see what the commotion was. My husband and I were humbled by my mom’s deep range of emotion as she learned that she was going to become a grandmother for the first time.