Dear Jess,
Ever since we started this blog, we’ve been posting about self-care, self-love, self-compassion, whatever you want to call it. I just wanted to take a moment to explain why taking time for ourselves as moms so important in my eyes.
My Run in with Post Postpartum Depression
I had my first son in 2014. We were stationed in Fort Stewart when I gave birth. I had just found out I was pregnant when the movers came and we were whisked away to Georgia. By the time we were settled in, I had started to feel the effects of what would be a miserable pregnancy. Let’s just say I was not a fan of the nausea, PUPPS, sciatica, and hauling around a very large baby for my small 5’0″ frame.
How I feel about pregnancy
When he was born, I was so grateful that my parents came down for almost a month to help me get back on my feet. Even with warnings from friends and research I did, nothing prepared me for the recovery period of a C-section. It never clicked to me that while I would have trouble getting out of bed for a few weeks, I would also be taking care of this tiny human that completely relied on me to survive. Chalk it up to mommy brain, denial, or just plain lapse of judgement– having a baby completely blindsided me.
