28/07/2026
I Never Thought I’d Be a Working Mum
For years, my life revolved around one thing: work.
I worked hard, saved every peso I could, and did my best to support my family. My days were filled with deadlines, client calls, and endless to-do lists. I always imagined my future looking the same.
Work. Build. Save. Repeat.
Motherhood felt like something that might never happen.
My husband and I tried for years. There were moments of hope, disappointment, and countless prayers. Eventually, I reached a point where I simply placed it in God’s hands, trusting that whatever His plan was, it would be enough.
Then one day, everything changed.
God blessed us with our beautiful daughter.
No achievement, promotion, or milestone could ever compare to the moment I held her for the first time. She is, without question, the greatest blessing we’ve ever received.
I am Learning a New Rhythm
Nothing truly prepares you for becoming a first-time mum.
You can read every book, watch every video, and ask every question, but the reality is that every baby is different.
Our little girl is breastfed and also receives formula because my milk supply hasn’t been enough for her needs. Feeding isn’t simply every few hours. Sometimes she wants to cluster feed. Sometimes she sleeps peacefully, and other times she needs to be held close for what feels like hours.
My schedule no longer belongs to me.
It belongs to this tiny human who depends on me for everything.
As someone who has worked as a Virtual Assistant for years, I found myself wondering:
How am I going to work now?
The answer wasn’t creating the perfect schedule.
It was learning a completely new rhythm.
Work Looks Different Now
These days, I work during naps.
Sometimes I have thirty uninterrupted minutes.
Sometimes it’s an hour.
Sometimes I open my laptop only to hear a tiny cry five minutes later.
I’ve also learned something important about myself: I need at least six hours of sleep for my brain to function well.
When I don’t get enough rest, everything becomes harder. I struggle to focus, make decisions, and give my best to my clients and husband.
Instead of trying to work every waking hour, I’ve started protecting my sleep whenever possible and making the most of the moments I do have.
I’ve stopped chasing perfection.
I’m simply doing my best.
Grace Over Guilt
One of the biggest lessons motherhood is teaching me is to replace guilt with grace.
Some days the house isn’t spotless.
Some emails are answered later than usual.
Some tasks take longer than they used to.
And that’s okay.
Being productive doesn’t mean pushing yourself until you’re exhausted.
Sometimes productivity looks like feeding your baby.
Sometimes it looks like taking a nap when your baby naps.
Sometimes it looks like sending one important email instead of finishing an entire project.
Progress still counts, even when it looks different.
Thank You to My Clients
I couldn’t write this without thanking my incredible clients.
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for understanding that this season of my life looks different.
Thank you for trusting me even when my availability changed.
Your kindness has reminded me that behind every business are real people with real lives.
That grace has meant more to me than you’ll ever know.
To Every Working Mum
If you’re navigating work while caring for a newborn, I want you to know this:
You don’t have to have everything figured out.
You don’t need the perfect routine.
You don’t need to prove that you can do it all.
Your baby won’t remember how many emails you answered.
They’ll remember your love, your presence, and the safety they felt in your arms.
Work will always be there.
These tiny newborn days won’t.
So give yourself permission to slow down.
To learn.
To ask for help.
To celebrate the small wins.
To rest without guilt.
This season isn’t about doing more.
It’s about becoming someone new.
And while that transformation isn’t always easy, it is one of the most beautiful journeys God can give us.
I’m still learning this new rhythm.
One nap.
One feeding.
One work session.
One day at a time.
And somehow, by God’s grace, it’s all coming together.
Maybe not perfectly.
But beautifully.
