Warning: this post is a long one.
I am currently 36 weeks pregnant, and am stuck between the anticipation of meeting my new baby (baby no 2), getting labour over and done with, or just trying to enjoy having only one child in the world and some time to myself.
Having less than four weeks left to go makes me reminisce about the birth of my first daughter, two and a half years ago. As with anyone’s first baby, it was a tough one. Not only was the labour long and traumatising, but the recovery after the birth was, to be honest, unexpectedly difficult. When you’re pregnant with your first you seem to focus only on getting through the labour, because you’ve heard horror stories about the pain your whole life. No one bothered to mention how excruciatingly painful breastfeeding could be, or how physically…
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