postpartum

I’ve been trying to overcome postpartum depression for eight months, but there is no healing at all.

I wasn’t sure a tattoo would help me move through the hollowness of my postpartum, but I’m glad I spread my wings and took that chance.

“I just love your squishy belly!” Then, as only children can do, he gave it a nickname: belly jelly. So I'm learning to love my belly jelly.

I wish that our culture valued the most vital month postpartum as a time for healing our bodies and holding our babies. Sadly, I’m not sure we ever will.

I am a good mom for taking care of my needs — for getting the help of therapy and medication for my postpartum anxiety, even if I needed it sooner.

I let go of my own judgment and felt the weight of the past few years falling away. I lost and found myself through pole dancing after becoming a mom.

Self-care can be a challenge for many of us. Add a newborn and a body recovering from childbirth, and postpartum self-care gets a whole lot tougher.

Failure to thrive. It’s an awful term. All I heard was failure. In my mind, over and over, you’ve failed him, you’ve failed him.