Why I Stopped Googling Everything and Started Trusting Myself (and God)

When I first brought my baby home, I thought I could handle the unknowns. I had read the books, saved the Tic Toks, and packed three different pacifier brands in my hospital bag “just in case.” But nothing quite prepares you for the moment you’re holding this tiny life in your arms and realizing… you’re the mom now.

And so began the endless Googling.

Why is he grunting like that?

Is green poop normal?

Do I have to wake him to feed every time?

How do I know if he’s too cold? Too hot? Too anything?

I Googled everything. Sometimes I’d go down rabbit holes so deep, I’d emerge an hour later convinced my baby had some rare condition no doctor had ever seen. Other times I’d bounce between one mom forum saying “let them cry” and another saying “never let them cry” until I was crying too. There was always someone saying I was doing it wrong.

One day, after a particularly long and anxious night of scrolling while bouncing my overtired baby in the dark, I whispered to God, “Why is this so hard? Why don’t I know what I’m doing?”

And just like that, I felt this quiet stirring: Because you're not listening to Me.

That stopped me in my tracks. I had been so consumed by what everyone else was saying—what the experts thought, what the influencers recommended—that I hadn’t left any room for God to speak. I was seeking certainty in Google instead of seeking peace in Him.

That morning, bleary-eyed and still tired, I made a decision. I put my phone down, picked up my Bible, and asked God to help me tune into His voice—and trust the one He placed inside me when He made me this baby’s mama.

I started leaning into prayer instead of panic.

Instead of searching “is this normal?” I’d say, “Lord, give me wisdom.”

Instead of comparing my baby’s milestones to everyone else’s, I’d say, “Thank You for making her uniquely Yours.”

I realized I didn’t need every answer at my fingertips. I needed to trust that God chose me for this child. Not Google. Not the internet. Not some faceless advice thread. Me.

Now, don’t get me wrong—there are times when Google is helpful. I still look things up. I still call the pediatrician. But I no longer let the search bar steal my peace or make me question my God-given intuition. I remind myself: I am equipped for this. Not because I’m perfect, but because God is present.

So if you’re a mama in the thick of it—nursing on the couch at 2 a.m., wondering if you’re doing it all wrong—can I just tell you something?

You don’t need to know everything. You just need to know the One who does.

And He already sees you, loves you, and is gently guiding you with every late-night rock, every diaper change, every whispered prayer.

You were made for this, mama. Trust yourself. Trust the One who made you. And maybe—just maybe—close the Google tab every now and then.