Postpartum depression is no joke.
I cherish Clara and know she is smart, loving, gorgeous and sweet.
I love her so much. SO much.
However, I feel horribly equipped to handle this huge lack of sleep, the aches, and the fussing. This is so far out of my league I can't even describe it.
I'm exhausted and very frustrated. I really do try to put on a happy face 90% of the time, but sometimes I just need to spew.
I am selfish, I admit it. The 24 hour on call thing has me feeling drained and desiring some serious me-time.
I want to remember this feeling when we consider another child. I really don't know that I'm equipped with the right mentality.
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