postpartum
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The Truth Behind the Collapse of Gentle Parenting
Gentle parenting is the hot topic of our times.Reels, podcasts, expert panels – everyone is advocating it. And rightly so. But somewhere between perfectly worded scripts and ideal responses, we’ve turned gentle parenting into a performance without talking about the… Continue reading
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I Started Resenting My Husband as a New Mom — And Here’s Why
We always say every child is different — how true! But there’s another truth we rarely acknowledge: every mother is different too.So why are we still measured against the same old rulebook of motherhood, passed down through generations? This rulebook… Continue reading
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When a Baby is Born, So is a Mother
A tiny cry, a brand-new day,A mother is born in a different way.The world rejoices, the hearts are light,But within her stirs a quiet fight. She holds her child, so soft, so small,Yet wonders—does she know it all?Love is there,… Continue reading
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Postpartum Rage: The Silent Struggle of Motherhood No One Talks About
Motherhood is often painted as a journey of pure love, boundless joy, and selfless devotion. We are told to be compassionate, patient, and kind. We are expected to be understanding, tolerant, and unshaken by exhaustion. But what happens when we… Continue reading
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Through my eyes..
They said,Being a mother is hard,And how true they were. But through my eyes,The hardest part wasn’t the care I gave—Though yes, at times it was tough,But there were moments of joy and love,That I stole from the chaos. The… Continue reading
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Hey New Mom, It’s Okay Not To Be Okay—Really
Becoming a mother was the most profound and life-changing experience of my life. But the transition into motherhood was not just about holding my baby, feeding him, and bonding with him—it was about navigating a whirlwind of emotions that took… Continue reading
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I Chose Formula Over Breastmilk — and Found Peace
The moment my baby was placed gently on my chest for the first time, everything else faded away. Even though I was barely conscious after the anesthesia, my arms instinctively cradled him. His tiny, pink face is etched in my… Continue reading
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