10/15/2026
What my first 40 days actually looked like.
Not the aesthetic version. The real one.
I stayed in bed for 40 days. I didn't leave the house. I didn't even leave my room. My whole world was my baby, my bed, and the next feed.
Before she came, I prepped a month of meals for myself. Then I labored for 36 hours and ate about 90% of them.
So my partner and my brother cooked for me. Two men. Feeding a brand new mother who had never breastfed before. I still can't fully believe it.
Eggs at almost every meal. So much salmon and seaweed. A placenta smoothie every single day. (Yes, I consumed my placenta. No, I'm not going to debate it.) They pulled the ancestral meats I'd hoarded in the freezer and turned them into curries and homemade pizza. Somehow they figured out claypot catfish, and I still don't know how. My water was never empty. They made me that chicken nugget, crème fraîche and caviar trend just so I could feel a little piece of the world I couldn't reach from my newborn bubble.
I was eating so much they couldn't keep up with fresh meals. At some point they stopped asking if I was hungry, because most days I didn't know what day it was or what time it was. They just kept bringing food. Back to back.
Was it perfect? No. I ate a lot of instant ramen and Spam. We ordered out. I had processed food.
And my postpartum was hard. Harder than I let most people see. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Our bodies change so much, so fast, and nobody really prepares you for that.
But food is what got me up every two hours to feed, pump, change diapers, and do it all over again. Food is what let me breastfeed. And I never once had to think about it.
My family and my village held me to the very best of their ability. I'm so grateful. And I know that so many mothers never get that.
That's why Perfectly Thymed exists.
For the hunger. For the nights that blur into days. For being awake 24 hours a day for months. For the relief of not having to think about food. And for every mother who deserves to be cared for the way I was, for as long as she needs it.
This is why I hold the mother, not the baby.