The other day I was in conversation with my husband about my life. Being a mother of 7 months old baby I mostly complained about how I miss my old life. After giving birth to my little one I don’t remember a day I slept for 8 hours straight. I am mostly spotted in a lose fitting maternity nighty and hair so tangled that when I see myself in the mirror I look more like a homeless destitute than mommy. My husband was patiently waiting for my jabber to end. Talking continuously for about fifteen minutes I paused expecting some empathy and holding hands. Then he said, “it’s normal and commonplace. Every mom goes through this. Don’t worry, things will get better”. He picked up the tablet and went ahead with the daily news and I was left thinking of how my situation can possibly get better until I actively do something about it. After dwelling upon the subject for sometime I decided to speak about it to my family as coherently as possible and ask them to offer help. That was my Plan A. I w...
Little things moms miss every day…