Having Isobel has been the best thing I have ever done. These last 11 weeks she has made me sooo happy. I look at my lovely little girl and I'm very proud; there is no-one I want to spend more time with.
So, why then does it always feel like tears aren't very far behind, or that I'm only a few steps away from a melt-down bigger than the artic shelf.
I know I'm a good Mum, don't I?
How can I be content and insecure at the same time?
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