I know now that I'm not a lemon. But I think I still need to talk about how bad things got, and how quickly after I gave birth. In the early, delirious, sleep-deprived days, there was still some joy. We were overwhelmed and scared, but there were a lot of laughs about things like poo fountains, or the time my partner put our baby in the bathtub WITH the towel we were going to use to dry him. But those …
Postpartum.
What the fuck?