‘I arrived home from the hospital in May 2021 with my fourth son and sat down to nurse him, balancing pelvic ice packs with lower back heating pads, an adult diaper, one breast infected with mastitis and three other young sons eagerly bouncing around wanting to meet him. The baby finally settled in on my bloated belly, which had until recently housed his 10-pound, very overdue self. I went to open my phone. Then I stopped.’
No Tucking, Hiding or Shaming: All Postpartum Bodies Are Sexy
