The hardest parts of postpartum life are not always visible from the outside. Sometimes the clearest record is buried in a text thread, a journal, or a search history.
It can look like a Notes app entry titled “Panic diary.” A string of blood-pressure readings taken again and again in the same day; a text to a friend that says, simply, “I don’t feel safe today.” Or a list titled “Positive things I am doing for the baby,” where a new mother has reminded herself, “I smile at him as much as I can. I tell him I love him. I keep him warm and safe.”
