Dear Anxious Mama, You’re not Alone.
"For every woman unhappy with her postpartum marks, there is one wishing she had them."I once was her, the “one,” waiting, wishing, hoping to be a Mother.
After the birth of my third child I quickly noticed some changes to my most intimate lady areas.
I thought I'd recognize Postnatal Depression it if it hit me. I didn't. The first time I realized something was wrong, I was already on my way to familicide.
While pregnant, I could only remember the happy stuff. I remembered it was hard, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Now that I'm back in it, I REMEMBER.