I get the postpartum crazies and I get them bad. As stated previously, the husband concurs but refuses to call it "postpartum crazies".
Albeit some is hormonal, and some of it is risidual of trauma as we had an insanely eventful pregnancy and birth, and postpartum.
Some days, like yesterday, my moods swing and my brain forgets and I wonder where we are going.
And it can feel like this.
Albeit some is hormonal, and some of it is risidual of trauma as we had an insanely eventful pregnancy and birth, and postpartum.
Some days, like yesterday, my moods swing and my brain forgets and I wonder where we are going.
And it can feel like this.
One inate treasure of motherhood is that timely gift of preservence, or rather, the most precious motivation to persevere. I push through and do my best because someone needs me. In this way, parenthood makes you better. You don't get to give up. And ultimately you make it to the next day. And if you make it to the next day, and to the next, eventually you make it to the last day of that season.
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