Be kind to yourself.
A post on my experience, having a traumatic birth.
It needs to stop. Now.
In September my son Oliver started school and in many ways, so did I.
If there wasn't enough anxiety-filled pressure when you're pregnant (big bump, little bump, too much weight, not enough) once you pop that baby out or have him airlifted as I did twice, first an emergency, second an elective (the latter a whole other set of pressures, of which I ignored wholeheartedly) you are quickly, at least with first baby anointed with parenting pressures.