Each pregnancy alters your body irrevocably. And we don’t mean the stretch marks or the scars. We mean the forever-changed DNA. Ask any new mother and she’ll list out a litany of things that are now different for her. Like a forgetful mommy brain that, according to science, makes the mother-child bond stronger.
We at Bright Side salute all moms and believe that they are real-life superheroes. To honor all mothers, we found some mommy facts proving there’s nothing like a mother’s love. Or the science behind it.
1. Motherhood changes you, and your DNA.
A chimera is a legendary beast made of different animals. And we are likening mothers to chimeras because every child that a mother carries leaves their DNA inside her. Basically, fetal cells enter a mother’s bloodstream and stay in her body forever. Researchers allege that these cells can affect the mother both positively and negatively. On one hand, it can speed up healing but on the flip side, it can increase the risk of cancer.
So when they say motherhood changes you, it does so at an elemental level as well. Jennifer Garner’s stunning countenance reflects just that.
2. The baby can taste what their mother eats.
Studies show that what a mother eats flavors the amniotic fluid. Something a baby gulps down several times a day. Basically, a baby can taste what their mother eats from within the womb.
A study showed that infants whose mothers ate carrots while pregnant seemed to enjoy cereal prepared with carrot juice more than others. So if you want to develop your baby’s palate for healthy, crunchy veggies, chow down on them while you are pregnant.
3. Kissing babies is more “healing” than we think.
Any new mom will tell you that the urge to kiss a newborn is intense. It’s innate and biological in nature. And science says that when mothers kiss their babies, it’s not just love, it’s medicine.
A mother’s body samples the pathogens found on the baby’s face, and more magic happens within her own body. Especially to her breastmilk, the main source of nutrition and immunity for the baby.
4. Pregnant women make enormous amounts of estrogen.
Pregnancy sends a woman’s body into overdrive. The uterus expands to 500 times its normal size and then shrinks back after birth. The blood volume increases and to tackle that, the heart expands a little too.
And it’s not just this, a woman makes more estrogen in a single pregnancy than she would in her whole lifetime if she never got pregnant. There’s a reason why women are exhausted when expecting and need sleep and rest for a healthy delivery and recovery.
5. A mother’s smile is near magical.
Moms are near magic, and so is their smile or affection. While you need your mother at all ages, it’s the helpless infant who is most dependent on their mom.
Studies show that when mothers smile, coo, and show affection to their babies, their heartbeats synchronize into the same beat. So if a baby is distressed, it calms them down. This is the reason why newborns need mothers the most when they are fussy and refuse to be calmed down by other family members.
6. Carrying boys can make you more nauseous.
There’s a reason why little boys are made of “snips and snails and puppy dog tails” or so goes the nursery rhyme. This is because mothers who carry boys are more likely to be nauseous in the first and second trimesters, a study shows.
This is not to say that women expecting girls cannot have morning sickness or that all women who carry boys have more nausea. It’s just that if you are expecting a boy, chances are you may experience more nausea or food aversions.
7. Babies name their mamas.
“Mom, mama, mummy, mamma, ammi, ma, me, emi, mimi.” There’s a pattern in the name for mother in all languages and this is because the “em” sounds are usually the first vocalization for a baby. It’s also the easiest sound a baby can make while babbling. And so it’s our babies who name us and call us mamas.
8. The mommy brain fog is very real.
If you see new moms looking lost, there’s a scientific reason for this. Each pregnancy affects a woman’s brain and makes her lose gray matter. The effects last for around 2 years. Science says that this temporary bewilderment makes mothers closer to their babies as well.
That said, the gray matter regenerates and any confusion or forgetfulness is passing. The bond between a mother and her child is permanent.
9. A mother’s voice is as soothing as a hug.
A study has shown that a mother’s voice, even on the telephone, is as calming as a hug. Researchers introduced stress to a group of girls and then had 1/3 of them hug their mothers, another 1/3 of them talk to their mothers, and 1/3 watched an emotionally neutral film. The girls who spoke to their mothers calmed down much faster, just like those who hugged.
This proves that if you are under stress, your mother’s voice can flood oxytocin into your bloodstream, making you feel better. And we think Jennifer Garner already knows that, pictured here with her mother.
10. Babies can cry in the womb.
The baby’s first cry is not post-birth, rather studies now show that they can express displeasure inside the womb. This can happen as early as 28 weeks gestation.
Researchers played low-decibel sounds on the mother’s belly and could see that the baby opened their mouth and exhibited crying-like behavior. But it’s a silent cry. Researchers also added that this in-vitro crying was nothing the mother should worry about.
11. Pregnancies leave women vulnerable to tooth decay.
Pregnant women are at risk for tooth decay and there are many reasons why. The changes in diet due to cravings may give some women a sweet tooth and the hormones that cause nausea, meaning more acidity on your mouth, to mention a few. This leads to gum disease and decay.
A simple way to prevent it all is by making oral health a priority, especially when you are pregnant.
12. The earliest milk bottle use came to be 7,000 years ago.
As it turns out, the breast/bottle debate is prehistoric. And mamas back then were pretty innovative too. Researchers have found little clay vessels, some shaped into mythical animals with hands and feet, with milk residue in them.
The earliest of them date back to 7,000 years ago and have been identified as prehistoric feeding bottles for babies. The dairy residue has been identified as breastmilk and milk from a cow, sheep, or goat.
13. The Ice Age made human breast milk more nutritious.
Human beings need sunlight to survive because our bodies only synthesize vitamin D in the sun. Allegedly, the last Ice Age should have wiped us out because newborns were not getting any vitamin D, considering the intense cold and lack of sunshine.
Scientists believe that a genetic tweak happened and mothers could transmit vitamin D and essential fatty acids to their newborn babies, and this may have ensured human survival.
14. Pregnancies can be contagious.
A study of more than 30,000 women conducted in Germany has indicated that pregnancy is contagious. It spreads from woman to woman in workplaces, in an endearing way. The results stated that “in the year after a colleague gives birth, transition rates to first pregnancies double.”
So if you are in the workplace and someone is pregnant, expect more pregnancies to pop up.
15. Most mammal moms carry their babies on the left.
Human mothers and even some mammal mamas cradle their babies on the left side of their bodies, closer to their heart. This is irrespective of a left-handed or right-handed mom. Science says that all the sensory information that comes from the left side of the body is processed on the right side of the brain.
The right side is where all the emotions are. And surprisingly enough, babies prefer to keep their moms on their left side as well, so it works for both mom and babe.
Bonus: Celebrity moms speak about motherhood.
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
“I did start to feel this new sense of life. And now my confidence is so much greater.”
Lauren Burnham Luyendyk
“Breastfeeding is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m in awe of the ladies that make it look so effortless, and even the ones who don’t, you are superheroes.”
Do you have any other experiences as a child or a mother that show us that moms are actual superhumans? Share your motherhood stories with us and spread the joy.
Please note: This article was updated in June 2022 to correct source material and factual inaccuracies.
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My Sister Gave Up Her Adopted Daughter After Having a Bio Son — but Karma Hit Back Immediately
Love isn’t supposed to have conditions. But for my sister, it did. Without an ounce of guilt, she gave up her adopted daughter after having a biological son. As I tried to comprehend the cruelty, she simply shrugged and said, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma was already at her door.
There are moments that shatter you, crack open your chest, and leave you gasping for air. For me, it was four simple words my sister said about her four-year-old adopted daughter: “I gave her back.”
A heartbroken woman reflecting on a painful ordeal | Source: Midjourney
We hadn’t seen my sister Erin in months. She lived a few states away, and with her pregnancy, we gave her space. But when she gave birth to a baby boy, the whole family decided to visit. We wanted to celebrate.
I filled my car with carefully wrapped gifts and a special teddy bear for Lily, my four-year-old goddaughter.
When we pulled up to Erin’s suburban home, I noticed the yard looked different. The plastic slide Lily loved was gone. So was her little garden of sunflowers we planted together last summer.
Front view of a stunning house | Source: Midjourney
Erin answered the door bouncing a swaddled bundle in her arms. “Everyone, meet Noah!” she announced, turning the baby to face us.
We all cooed warmly. Mom immediately reached for him, and Dad started snapping pictures. I glanced around the living room, noticing all traces of Lily were gone. No photos on the wall. No scattered toys. No stick figure drawings.
“Where’s Lily?” I asked, smiling, still holding her gift.
A delighted woman holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney
The second I said her name, Erin’s face froze. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend, Sam, who suddenly became very interested in adjusting the thermostat.
Then, without an ounce of shame, she said: “Oh! I gave her back.”
“What do you mean, ‘gave her back,’” I asked, certain I misheard.
Mom stopped rocking baby Noah, and Dad lowered his camera. The silence felt like concrete hardening around my feet.
A woman scowling | Source: Midjourney
“You know I always wanted to be a boy mom,” Erin sighed, as if explaining something obvious. “Now I have Noah. Why would I need a daughter? And don’t forget, Lily was adopted. I don’t need her anymore.”
“You GAVE HER BACK?!” I yelled, my gift box dropping to the floor. “She’s not a toy you return to the store, Erin! She’s a child!”
She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Angela. She wasn’t really mine anyway. It’s not like I gave up my own kid. She was just… temporary.”
The word hit me like a slap. Temporary? As if Lily had been nothing more than a placeholder until the real thing came along.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“TEMPORARY?” I repeated, my voice rising. “That little girl called you ‘Mommy’ for two years!”
“Ah, well, she can call someone else that now.”
“How can you say that, Erin? How can you even think about it?”
“You’re making this into something it’s not,” she snapped. “I did what was best for everyone.”
I thought of all the times I watched Erin with Lily — reading her stories, brushing her hair, and telling everyone who would listen that she was her daughter. How many times had I heard her say, “Blood doesn’t make a family, love does.”
A little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney
“What changed?” I demanded. “You fought for her. You went through mountains of paperwork. You cried when the adoption was finalized.”
“That was before,” she said dismissively. “Things are different now.”
“Different how? Because now you miraculously have a ‘real’ child? What kind of message does that send to Lily?”
“Look, Angela, you’re blowing this out of proportion. I loved Lily… I admit that. But now that my biological son is here, I don’t want to divide that love anymore. He needs all my care and attention. I’m sure Lily will find another home.”
That’s when something inside me snapped. Lily wasn’t just Erin’s daughter. She was mine too, in a way. I was her godmother. I held her when she cried. I rocked her to sleep.
An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney
For years, I had dreamed of being a mother. But life had been cruel. I had miscarriage after miscarriage, each one stealing a piece of me, each one leaving a void that Lily filled with her laughter, her tiny hands reaching for mine, her little voice calling me “Auntie Angie.”
And Erin threw her away like she meant nothing. How could she?
“You held her in your arms, called her your daughter, let her call you Mom, and then tossed her aside the second you got your ‘real’ kid?!”
Erin scoffed, bouncing Noah who started to fuss. “She was a foster kid first. She knew this could happen.”
I felt my hands shaking. “Erin, she is FOUR YEARS OLD. You were her world.”
A woman arguing | Source: Midjourney
Sam finally spoke up. “Look, we didn’t make this decision lightly. Noah needs all our attention right now.”
“You think abandoning her was fair?” I asked in disbelief.
“The agency found her a good placement,” Sam muttered. “She’ll be fine.”
Before I could respond, we heard a sharp knock at the door. If only I knew karma had arrived so soon. Sam went to answer the door. From where I stood, I saw two people on the porch, a man and a woman in professional attire.
A stern-looking man and woman | Source: Midjourney
“Ms. Erin?” the woman asked, holding up an ID.
“I’m Vanessa and this is my colleague, David. We’re from Child Protective Services. We need to speak with you regarding some concerns that have come to our attention.”
Erin blinked, her face draining of color. “CPS? But… why?”
“We have some questions regarding your adoption process and your ability to provide a stable home for your son.”
Erin clutched Noah tighter. “My son? What does he have to do with anything?”
The CPS workers entered and took seats at Erin’s dining table.
A startled woman | Source: Midjourney
“We have reason to believe that you expedited the adoption dissolution process and dismissed necessary counseling before relinquishing custody of your daughter, Lily,” Vanessa said.
Erin turned to us, her eyes wide, seeking backup. She got none.
“This… this is ridiculous,” she stammered. “I followed all the legal procedures!”
David flipped through his notes. “Your neighbor reported that you returned a legally adopted child within days of giving birth, with no apparent transition plan. That raises concerns about your judgment as a parent.”
That’s when I remembered Erin’s long-time feud with her neighbor Mrs. Thompson, who had always doted on Lily. I watched as Erin’s confidence crumbled.
An anxious older lady | Source: Pexels
“Wait… you’re not saying —”
“Ma’am, we need to ensure that your current child is in a safe environment. We will be conducting a full investigation.”
“You can’t take my baby!” Erin cried. “He’s MY SON. I won’t let you —”
She stopped abruptly, realizing what she’d implied.
“We’re not taking anyone at this moment. But we have to follow procedure. Kindly cooperate.”
“Where is Lily now?” I asked the CPS workers.
A worried woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
Vanessa glanced at me. “And you are?”
“Angela, Erin’s sister. I’m also Lily’s godmother.”
“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information at this time.”
Erin’s boyfriend didn’t say a word, his expression tight with regret.
Erin was desperate and trapped. She’d thrown Lily away like she was nothing, and now the system was deciding if she even deserved to keep her son. Maybe I should’ve felt bad. But I didn’t.
The fight wasn’t over. Even as CPS started their investigation, I couldn’t get Lily out of my mind.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
I spent weeks calling agencies, scoured adoption networks, and hired a lawyer. Meanwhile, CPS continued their investigation of Erin and Sam. Mom called me daily with updates.
“They questioned everyone on the block,” she told me. “Erin is furious.”
“Has she said anything about Lily? Asked how she is? Shown any remorse at all?”
“No. She just keeps saying she did what was best.”
Finally, we got a lead. My lawyer called on a Tuesday morning.
A lawyer talking on the phone | Source: Pexels
“I’ve been in touch with a colleague who works with the state foster system,” she said. “She hinted that Lily might still be in foster care.”
My heart leapt. “She hasn’t been adopted by another family?”
“It appears not. If you’re serious about pursuing custody, we might have a chance.”
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”
An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That night, I dug out photos of Lily. Her chubby baby face when I first met her. Her second birthday, cake smeared across her grinning face. Christmas last year, her eyes wide with wonder at the lights on the tree.
“I’m coming, Lily-bug,” I whispered to her smiling face. “I promise.”
The next three months blurred into a cycle of paperwork, home studies, interviews, and sleepless nights. I painted my spare bedroom pink — the exact shade Lily had always wanted. Butterfly decals covered the walls, and I filled the empty shelves with her favorite toys.
A cute pink bedroom | Source: Midjourney
My parents, after their initial shock, threw themselves into helping. Dad built a bookshelf in the shape of a castle. Mom knitted a new blanket with Lily’s name embroidered in the corner.
The preliminary approval came through in early May. I would be allowed a supervised visit with Lily.
The Family Connections Center was a cheerful building with murals of cartoon animals on the walls. I sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching a small stuffed elephant I brought for Lily.
A woman with kind eyes appeared. “Ms. Angela? I’m Grace, Lily’s caseworker. We’re ready for you now.”
A woman with a warm smile | Source: Pexels
I followed her to a small playroom. And there, sitting at a tiny table with crayons scattered around her, was Lily.
She was small. So much smaller than I remembered. When she looked up, her eyes were wary, cautious in a way no four-year-old’s eyes should be.
My heart shattered and reformed in an instant.
“Lily?” I whispered.
She stared at me, hesitant at first. Then, as the memory clicked into place, her face brightened with a smile.
“Auntie Angie?” she chirped.
I lost it. I dropped to my knees and held my arms out, and after a moment’s hesitation, she ran into them.
A little girl looking up at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney
“I missed you, Lily-bug,” I managed to say through my tears. “I missed you so much.”
She pulled back, her small hands cupping my cheeks. “Where did you go? I waited and waited. Mommy left me… she promised she’d come back, but she didn’t. Why did she leave me, Auntie?”
The innocent question gutted me. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know where you were. But I looked everywhere for you. I promise I did.”
She nodded solemnly. “I’m living with Miss Karen now. She’s nice. But she doesn’t know how to make pancakes like you do.”
A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney
I laughed through my tears. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do more than visit. I’ve been talking to some people about you coming to live with me. Would you like that?”
Lily’s eyes widened. “In your house? With the big windows?”
“That’s right. And I’ve made a special room just for you. With pink walls and butterflies.”
“And Mommy and the baby?” she asked about my sister and Noah, her voice suddenly uncertain.
It was the question I’d been dreading. I took a deep breath. “No, sweetheart. Not Mommy or the baby. But you’ll have me… and Daddy. Just the three of us.”
An excited little girl | Source: Midjourney
Her small face scrunched in confusion. “Is Mommy still mad at me?”
The question knocked the wind from me. “Mad at you? Why would you think that?”
She looked down at her hands. “I must’ve been bad. That’s why she didn’t want me anymore.”
I gently tilted her chin up. “Lily, listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. Sometimes grownups make mistakes. Big mistakes. And what happened wasn’t your fault.”
Close-up shot of a woman touching a little girl’s chin | Source: Midjourney
She considered this, her eyes searching mine for the truth. “Promise?”
“I promise. And I promise something else too. If you come live with me, I will never, ever leave you. No matter what.”
“Never ever?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.
“Never, ever, ever. That’s what family means. Real family.”
A woman looking down and smiling | Source: Midjourney
Three months later, Lily came home, and I did what Erin never could.
I fought. I went through the process, home studies, background checks, and parenting classes. I proved, over and over, that I would be the parent Lily deserved.
The day I signed the final adoption papers, my husband Alex was by my side, along with Mom and Dad.
“We’re proud of you,” Mom said, squeezing my hand.
Alex wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We did it.”
A couple | Source: Unsplash
When the judge pronounced us officially a family, Lily threw her arms around my neck. “We did it, Mommy!”
MOMMY. The word I had dreamed of hearing for so long, from the child who had always held a piece of my heart.
Our life together wasn’t perfect. Lily had nightmares. She sometimes hoarded food, afraid it would be taken away. She asked questions I struggled to answer — about Erin and why her first family had left her.
But we worked through it together with patience, love, and a kind therapist, and with the unshakable certainty that we belonged together.
A happy little girl | Source: Midjourney
And Erin? CPS eventually closed their investigation without removing Noah, though she was required to take parenting classes and undergo regular check-ins.
As for me? I got everything I ever wanted.
Lily turned six last week. She was in the backyard with her kindergarten friends, wearing a butterfly crown she made herself, giggling as Alex helped them build fairy houses. Dad stood nearby, offering tiny twigs and leaves, while Mom was in the kitchen, placing candles on a castle-shaped cake.
A little girl celebrating her sixth birthday | Source: Pexels
I was watching it all, holding the frame that held her latest school picture, right beside the crayon drawing she had given me that first day at the visitation center. The same three figures — two tall, one small — but now surrounded by butterflies and hearts.
She’s home. Where she always should have been.
Sometimes, the happiest endings come from the most painful beginnings. Sometimes, the family you fight for is more precious than the one you’re born into. And sometimes, the universe has a way of putting things right… by bringing people exactly where they need to be.
A mother holding her little daughter’s hand | Source: Pexels
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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