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Mommy’s on drugs (and other things I tell my child)

Postpartum depression is a sumbitch. I 100% expected to get it.  There was not a single, solitary doubt in my mind.  We'd had such a rough year and so much heartache over the baby's (thankfully non-existent) brain damage that combined with my own issues I knew I was going to get hit with it like… Continue reading Mommy’s on drugs (and other things I tell my child)