Faces of Postpartum
Faces of Postpartum
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Sindy, Sainte-Thérèse QC (1.4)

"When my son was born, it was so easy: I had energy, he slept a lot, and breastfeeding happened naturally. I used to bring him everywhere and, when he went to bed at night, my husband and I still had our evenings together. Growing up, he was an obedient little boy, always following the rules. We thought we were such great parents, with impeccable discipline! When I got pregnant the second time, I expected to have another boy. I was so certain that when we learned it was a girl, I cried. I really cried. No one understood – 'the little couple', you know. I felt pressured to be happy and content, so I didn’t talk about it to anyone. But it took a while to come to peace with the fact that I was going to have a daughter. Maybe it explains why when she came, there was no real bonding. I felt it the moment they put her on me. She arrived very quickly and I didn’t 'labor her out' of my body. Like if my head didn’t follow what my body had just gone through. I wasn’t ready for her. It took me days, if not weeks, to be fully aware she wasn’t inside of me anymore. She birthed herself without my consent, like if we didn’t do it together. She didn’t wait for me and it feels like we’ve never really caught up."