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I have been a mother for seven years
now, which is from when my first child came into existence. It was
something I felt called to do, something I wanted, and something that I
am glad to be. But there are days when I wonder why I thought this would
be fulfilling.
As I anticipated the
birth of my fourth baby, I started to dread the sacrifices that a new
baby requires of me. The middle of the night feedings, the discomfort of
milk coming in, the post-partum recovery, and so on, which all made
sense given the months of undiagnosed post-partum depression I went
through after my third baby was born. But now that I know how to get
help for that, I realized that I was being filled with a lot of
irrational fears and even spiritual attacks on my vocation...
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