No matter how much you love looking after your baby, you cannot escape moments of devastation
When I was in the late stages of pregnancy, a trend emerged of news stories about women who regretted having children. I devoured these articles with the kind of sickened interest that makes you unable to look away from an accident. Inevitably the women would describe how they desperately wanted a baby, until the moment their child was placed in their arms.
Eight months into parenthood, I’ve come to think that the root of the shock and regret some women feel is the isolation of family units.