Rather than the usual euphoria I’d experienced after my other deliveries, I felt overwhelmed and inadequate to care for three children. I cried. A lot.
I hate remembering those dark days because I regret them. I’d literally put my newborn into the hands of my six-year-old, turn on a movie for my two-year-old and go to the kids’ room to weep. One day it really scared Steve when he came home and found me sobbing. It scared me too!
I cried, “It’s just too hard. Please let me go to work, and you stay home with the kids.” At this point, I wasn’t able to discern why I was such a mess. I blamed it on three kids and our living situation. But what I really had was the baby blues—postpartum depression.
Somewhere along the way, the PPD turned into PMS. Then, I wasn’t a mess all-day-every-day,
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