The mothers who are fumbling, doubting, and hurting even as they smile, laugh, and genuinely treasure their new babies? The mothers who are wondering, sometimes with profound angst, who this person is in the mirror looking back at them even as they rejoice in their new role as nurturer? The ones who, grateful though they may be for their coparent, are distressed about varying degrees of anger or disinterest toward their partners and worried about what will become of their marriages? Their stories are the norm rather than the exception.
