Being home with my son was a battle. A battle against the wolf. That wolf lurked and lingered. It undermined me and my choices. I watched it circle the house as it watched me feed the baby. "You don't know what you're doing". "You call yourself a mother." The taunts were piercing. I was shattering a little more each time.
First of all let me apologise. It has been some time since I last blogged but I have been the victim of a delicious whirlwind. Everyone in my family has. On the 27th September - after a tricky birth - my youngest son was born.