Becoming a mom changes us. Not just in a naturally progressive kind of way, but in a deep, shaken-to-the-core kind of way. Anxiety surfaced with my new life as a mother. Sure, there were anxious times or periods of high stress before kids, but somehow I was a lot better at coping with it then. Maybe it was the fact that I got a full night’s sleep, or that I didn’t have the pressure or guilt associated with being the “perfect” mom. My previous fears seemed so small compared to the fierce love and mama bear instinct that kicked in nearly immediately upon meeting my little humans. Was I fit to do this? Did I really have what it would take?