Well being
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
I sat in the hot, busy maternity ward, and I cried. I’d been a mother less than 24 hours, and I already felt like a failure. My beautiful newborn son, lay sleeping in the crib beside me. I’d tried to nurse him already several times but failed. It seemed to be getting harder with every attempt. To make things worse, I had just had breakfast, and sat opposite me was a confident young mother, babe Read more…








