My son is now 2.5 years old, and I still live by the old adage, “one day at a time”. I can’t remember who suggested this to me, but there are days when I cannot sort out where the start and end is. Postpartum depression is not something I chose as part and parcel of starting a family. I imagined bearing a child as one of life’s happiest events.
Am I unhappy today? No, this is not true. Just last night, I sat in our living room with my husband and felt utterly contented. I had no wants and lacked nothing. I would choose to re-live that moment again. How about you?