I am rebelling against the system. Rebelling against all the voices in my head that have come from countless friends and strangers and good intentions. Voices that tell me my baby should sleep for longer, and more often and most of all alone. Today I tried. Because I wanted to. Because to-do lists are increasing and … Continue reading Precious bubba, precious sleep.
I was leaving a lovely and refreshing catchup with an old colleague. And I cried. I was leaving the child health nurse appointment. And I cried. I was leaving brunch and hangout with my best friend. And I cried. It doesn't matter if I am catching up with my favourites, or admiring others admire my … Continue reading trains and postpartum anxiety/depression