I’ll start off by saying that I don’t think it’s Postpartum Depression … I think my expectations were just wildly dashed.
Is it difficult adjusting to life as a new mom with a newborn?
Do I love every moment of it?
Am I happy, honestly happy with how my life is right now?
I don’t feel as if there’s a “family dynamic” at all. There’s a severe lack of shared responsibility and understanding, which I did not expect or invite, and it is definitely wearing on me.
My son is the most amazing event of my life and sometimes I almost cry just watching him sleep; watching how quickly he is already growing and realizing how fast time ticks by.
“Things will get better.”