Bárcsak egy másik anya, aki szülés utáni depresszióval küzd, tanulhatna az én kívánságaimból.
We met every week to share stories, offer support and provide reassurance to each other.
The words we found ourselves uttering time and again were, “No one told me it would be like this.”
Just two days before the baptism, I had gone to my obstetrician and begged for help. I was frightened.
Like Jekyll coming face to face with Hyde, I realized this nighttime hellcat was me – the me that existed at 3 A.M.
I watch you struggling to hold the pieces in a puzzle that is being not only turned upside but physically shaken by life and what it has offered you.
I thought the guilt and confusion was normal. I thought the tears were normal. I thought I was just adjusting my new mommy role.
Having died when I was just a child, my mom was never going to meet my son.
Life with Irish twins. What were we thinking?
Breastfeeding gave me, my boobs and my babies so much more than just milk.