Jade.postpartum

This week I met up with a friend of mine at the park. In between chasing after our little ones, we talked a bit about the unrealistic expectations we had of motherhood before having kids.  Both of us grew up in the church and would only really hear the positives from others...how wonderful and fulfilling it is to be a mother, how we would experience joy like no other, etc...I would sometimes hear mothers joke about lack of sleep and children who didn’t listen, but it was never something anyone talked much about... As I grew older and had friends with children, I was able to see a little more what life is like as a mother, but even being around other mothers and their children didn’t prepare me for what life is *really* like as a mum.  It’s almost like it’s this big secret that we have to keep to ourselves. If we admit how much we struggle, it means we are *ungrateful*. We should never complain because this is what we *signed up for*. I do think that having postnatal depression and anxi