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PPD.

It has been 3 months since I have given birth to my wonderful daughter. She has given me a new meaning to life. Before I was pregnant I battled anxiety and depression but when I got pregnant it was like my depression just slipped away, I didn't feel tied down or the weight of the world on my chest. Just pure happiness and love for a human I hadn't even met yet. So I figured if the love for my daughter could fight off what I had been trying to get rid of for so long then maybe I wouldn't get ppd... boy was I wrong.. They say that it could happen right after birth up to a year... It took 2.5 months for mine to come... To feel everything I thought I had lost. Everything I hated about myself came rushing back like a wave crashing into a beach. and I don't know how to cope.

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Every moment matters

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Breastfeeding mom.

When I first found out I was pregnant I was so excited to learn how to breastfeed... To share a bond like this with someone and no one else. I was told it would be hard. Mentally, physically.. So demanding.. I love that I am able to do something that not all moms are able to do. I just never realized that it would be weird. I can breastfeed all day from both sides, but my daughter doesn't eat to the full extent during sleeping hours.. Just enough to put herself back to sleep, so when morning time comes I always got one boob bigger than the other. I always stand in my mirror like “this is the boob I want *holding the full one* and the is the boob ill have by the time she is done with me LOL”. but it truly is a magical feeling to feel her getting what she needs to be healthy. To hear her gulps. To see her big blue eyes look back at me and then a smile.. and I’m complete. Breastfeeding completes me.