I didn’t just “get annoyed.” I was experiencing Postpartum Rage, and I snapped. Postpartum. We expect tears, sadness, or baby blues. But what happens when you feel white-hot, heated, hard-to-explain anger? The kind that builds quietly and hits you so hard you don’t recognize yourself. That’s Postpartum Rage, and it’s the side of motherhood almost…
I shooed my baby away. I was experiencing Postpartum Detachment, and I didn’t even know it Minutes after an exhausting natural birth, when the movies say I should have been weeping with joy, I was cold. I was numb. I didn’t want to hold him. I didn’t even want to look at him. I watched…
