The Price of Having the Perfect Cake: A Postpartum Confession
Hello everyone, this is Chandana, and today during a family discussion I had. a moment of self-realization
It was one of those deeply ironic moments where you connect your current struggle to your original self.
For context, I’m the mom of two amazing kids, and I’m currently in that difficult, exhausting, yet deeply bonding “breastfeeding mode.”
I’ve done research—a lot of research, because that’s just my nature; I need to know the why and what of everything—and I’m still nourishing both my elder and younger sons for their immunity. But here’s a hard reality check: After getting married, having two kids, and then jumping back in to pursue my dreams, my own physical immunity is in pretty bad shape.
My milk supply has reduced, and pain starts when my little one feeds. My body feels tired—a cumulative effect of stress, postpartum exhaustion, and, frankly, inadequate rest and care in the critical recovery period.