When I first became pregnant, I was immediately met with a network of support from close family and friends. Everyone was so excited for us. They indulged me in my long laments of pregnancy, they threw me beautiful baby showers, and helpfully dispensed copious amounts of all of the parenting advice I should ever need.
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Mom Advice Overload?
Any new mom and mother to be will no doubt feel inundated by advice from well-meaning, “been there done that” women around them. From breastfeeding/bottle-feeding to co-sleeping/sleep-training it can all get very confusing very fast when conflicting bits of information are constantly being thrown your way.
On June 3, 2011 I found myself in The Rockyview Hospital being held in a locked white room with only a bed and some supper that the crisis team had kindly brought for me. I was out of my mind sleep deprived with obsessive thoughts, hopeless, soul-crushing depression and the idea that anyone in the world would be a better mother to my son than I could ever be.