"If you’re reading this and gloating because you breastfeed your own reiki-loving free range chickens, give birth unassisted in a strawberry patch and spring up moments later to bake a pie, and then you gather wool to weave slings for orphans in Tibet and to clothe your 14 unschooled, indigo children well, then good for you. Maybe Dr. Sears will come join your drum circle and help you tar paper your outhouse and can beets.Probably you’re a better mother than I am, but I’m just crazy enough not to care anymore."She is yet another example of why I'm so glad that I blog. It's worth being part of the blogsphere if for no other reason then to meet wonderful, bright and lovely women like OWM.
One Weird Mother recently did an amazing post on her experience with postpartum depression. I am astounded at her level of recall as my whole postpartum fog is just that, a big soupy blue fog. But she is concise and heartbreaking and humorous. I think my favorite part is when she is talking about her difficulty with breastfeeding. She says,