When Having a Baby Hurts: My Truth About My Postpartum Depression

It was summer and I sat on the floor leaning on the edge of my newborn daughter’s crib in tears.  From the outside I had everything a new mom could wish for, a loving husband, a cooperative extended family, and presents from near and far welcoming our daughter into our world.  On the floor of her bedroom none of that mattered, I was in pain and I wanted to die.  I cried as I planned…


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