I didn’t know I could feel something like this. I mean, I don’t understand how it happens.
There are times when I don’t feel the joy of doing the everyday things I usually do. My baby boy is already a year old but I think it can be part of post partum anxiety. Maybe I don’t have the support I yearn for, or it can be an inherent thing that mothers go through. My tears don’t come out anymore even if I want to cry.
Whatever this is, I know I’m strong. I have to.
I have Maia and Ivor to think of. And I hope my love for them will be the same as the love I will give myself in order to be sane.
So..my little boy is already a year old. Walking and talking dadadada and dede. I still nurse him you know.
He loves food. He eats everything he holds.
See you in the next posts.