Mama, Moon Four
The fourth month… after the birth is a tricky one. The “fourth trimester” is over. The baby is bigger now. Smiley. Probably deliciously chubby. The constant adrenaline rush to keep them alive is fading. Still there in reserve, if you need it — but no longer flooding every vein. The maternal body is negotiating with itself. Which hormones to keep. Which to let go. The mix isn’t always perfect. Emotions come in waves, often stronger than the reason behind them. Nights can feel hopeless. Mornings, strangely optimistic. The ordinary becomes irritating. The harmless becomes maddening. 0–100 in seconds — faster than a Tesla. This month, mama needs mountains of support and oceans of comfort. And understanding, even when it’s hard to agree with her. The hair — the glorious, pregnancy-grown-thick hair — begins to fall. Sometimes in alarming handfuls. Mama wonders if she’ll lose it all. Remember: 0–100… instantly. The skin loses its baby-smooth glow. Bones a...