Being a mom is hard, no matter how you slice it. It is even harder when you don’t feel well. A story about cloth diapers and postpartum depression is an oddly difficult tale to tell, but, alas…it is my personal story. It is a tale I wish had been different, but can only accept and find solace in sharing with others. My transition to motherhood was a very rocky one. I’m fairly certain that it is not perfectly easy for any mom, although that illusion is often in place around us. It is a charade that led me to feel inferior since I did not gracefully become a mom. At all. I tripped, stumbled, and barely treaded water for over a year. My son and I struggled to connect, my husband had to take care of both of us, and my life was challenged in ways I never imagined.
I feel very compelled to share this right now. I’m not sure why. Throughout my emotional and physical recovery from my first (and only, thus far) childbirth, I came across many wonderful networks of support. I often came across stories of women sharing their “I’m Strong Because…” statements, mostly through the wonderful Birth Without Fear page. My mind raced with thoughts of mine at times, although I didn’t dare write them down while I was in the midst of it all. I wasn’t ready. As these thoughts repeatedly entered my mind however…what choice did I have? Perhaps if you are struggling with anything in your life, you may benefit from this exercise as well. But now I’m ready. Boy, am I ever…I apologize in advance for the length, and wonder if anybody will really read this anyway… I am STRONG and LUCKY because I found my perfect partner