The postpartum period is one of the most honest chapters in life with a baby, and hardly anyone talks about it openly. Between midwife appointments, babywearing attempts, and endless breastfeeding phases, one thing above all happens: you become a new person.
And that often feels different than expected.
Everything is allowed to flow.
There's nothing that can truly prepare you for the postpartum period. You can read guides, meticulously pack your hospital bag, sort diaper sizes, and buy nursing bras, and yet you'll still find yourself in that strange in-between space between birth and settling in.
Thanks to hormones and lack of sleep, anything is possible: crying for no reason, laughing even though you're just tired, fear that something might happen, and then deep contentment because your baby is simply there.
Sometimes feelings change every minute.
And while you are reeling inside, the world outside just seems to keep turning.
That's normal. Really.
Your body is changing and healing, and so is your mind. Your hormones are readjusting.
You'll get to know your baby, and yourself at the same time.
Gradually, small routines creep in. The crying decreases. Diaper changes become second nature. And eventually, you feel like yourself again – only with a baby in your arms.
Maybe you're already using Lybbie diapers – maybe not.
Some families start using cloth diapers right away, others later. Some take a break in between because it's just too much at the moment.
Everything about it is correct.
And if you have any questions or something doesn't work: Write to us.
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A note from us founders
During the first few weeks after birth, the world stood still for us.
Our midwife said at the time: During the postpartum period, everything is allowed to flow – blood, tears and milk.
And that's exactly how it was.
We cried, slept, googled, breastfed, and often simply did nothing at all. We used cloth diapers, back then still with wool and what felt like a hundred inserts. The washing machine ran nonstop.
It was different with the second child. We were already familiar with the chaos.
We knew how to make things easier for ourselves.
Changing diapers was faster with Lybbie. There was only one item instead of three. Less laundry, less thinking, and more time for what really matters.
