I need to tell you something ugly.
Having children is supposed to be a beautiful experience. And it is. For the most part. During pregnancy, a woman's body is wrecked- weight gain, stretched skin, sickness, weakness, fatigue. Then labor starts and your very core is rocked. It is the most intense physical experience in your life but the minute that screaming baby is pulled from your body and laid on your chest, it's like the memory of all of those difficult days just fade away. You're immediately overwhelmed with the a love that is both all-consuming and suffocating. The absolute joy you experience is unmatched by anything else. As the oxytocin slowly drains from your body and the high comes to an end; there's this new life, completely and totally dependent on you. Their eyes train on you. The familiar sound of your voice and heartbeat, are now the only thing that brings them comfort. You must feed, bathe, diaper, care, comfort, provide for and soothe this baby. That.is.a.lot. In the beginning, your
