More than anything else, the title of this post is aimed at me. At my struggle. My struggle with postnatal depression.
Daniel is a week shy of 8 months, he is exclusively breastfed and one of the sweetest babies. I am not just saying that. It’s hard to blame my “baby blues” on him is all I mean, which is something I did for a long time. I told myself it was okay to feel tired, (more…)