I already wrote about postpartum depression once before, but I want to mention it again for two reasons:

1. I have a lot of friends who just recently had babies (not their first), and let me just tell you PPD is a whole different beast with subsequent births for a myriad of reasons.
2. In dealing with my own depression, I have relearned the value in speaking up and showing up.

If you know me IRL, you know I was (ahem, am) a strong-willed daughter. So it seems only fair, then, that I’ve got not one, but two, of my own! I read this post recently, and it just resonated with me so much, I wanted to share it with you here, too.

Back in the fall, we made the unpopular decision to bring our two children, then 1 and 3, to a funeral. I say unpopular because none of us were really sure about how my older one would do with seeing an open casket, not remembering she’d met her before, and then seeing a lot of relatives and adults crying.

Today we’re wrapping up our Friday collaboration series “Trading Lies for Truth,” and I’m excited to share Lily’s story from @thehybridhome. You may remember this blog is run by two mama friends, and I just love how they share the load and the love in their own ways.