20.5.2019 12:00 pm
The story of how I survived postpartum depression and learnt to love my child.
I brought home my bundle of joy and after one weekend, reality came crashing in. At 2:36 am on Sunday morning I told my husband, “I don’t know if I can do this.”, but what I really meant was, “I don’t want to do this.”
You as a parent want only the best for your child. And the best might not necessarily mean the most expensive, but rather that you will not tolerate a poor level of training, especially in your child’s developmental years
Everything truly fell apart once we got home and the weight of responsibility for this barely 2kg wrinkly alien being, who relied on us, completely hit home. What I wish someone had told me about the reality of the first 16 weeks of motherhood.
It all started one sunny afternoon. We were out for lunch, enjoying the carefree life of two young people madly in love. We had it good. As we laughed together and planned our future as a newly married couple. The moment struck, and we both said, “Let’s have a baby!”
Children are living at home for longer, so parents have more time to be overly protective of them.
A lot of moms kept giving me advice about how being a mother does not come with a handbook.
Today, for just a moment, as I watched the chaos unfold around me, for one single minute … I wished I wasn’t a parent.
This day has become a sham, a day for brands to profit, kids (and fathers) to get out of really putting any effort or thought into it, moms to feel obliged to be thankful and grateful for the day and her “spoils”.
I wanted to write this post for last years mothers day, but as we all know, life just gets so busy and I put it aside. Now, that I get to experience yet another Mothers Day, I thought it high time I put pen to paper.
Is it possible for a mother to find and enjoy the same unbridled JOY that our children seem to revel in. They always seem so carefree, without stress, and purely happy!
In 2016, I became a mom to a prem baby with severe reflux and colic. I suffered from postpartum depression for the first six months of my daughter’s life but my story is not all bad.
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Living in a society that is so vocal about the importance of healthy living, one would think that the emotional side of this “healthy living” would take up the same volume of vocal space.