I've got three beautiful DC. DS3 is now 12 weeks old. He's utterly perfect, a dream of a baby and I'm so in love with him.
His big brothers adore him and can't do enough for him.
DP is an incredible father and partner. He's absolutely devoted to us all, there's nothing he wouldn't do for us.
I'm so, so lucky. Why does everything feels so hopeless and bleak? Will I come out the other side, eventually? I'm on my second day of sertraline, which so far has made me sick as a dog.
My amazing children are all giggling away right now, but I can't remember how to smile anymore.
Please can someone tell me this gets better?