"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.