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“That’s stupid?—”

“Understandable.” I turned and stared down at my beautiful little boy. “I may or may not know something about perfectionism, but…”

I reached down and Sven gripped my finger tight, which was just everything, because I think I knew then what Operation Mum entailed. When I stopped trying grinding myself into the ground, when I just sat in the moment, my anxieties stopped bombarding me and I was just here, now, with men I loved and my baby boys I loved even more.

“Our sons don’t need perfection. They just need us.”

Chapter 89

Natalie

“So, what can I help you with today?” the doctor asked me as I sat down in her office.

“I think… I think I have post-natal depression. Or anxiety.” I rubbed at my forehead, feeling the muscles bunch there. “Maybe both. I know I need to find out and… to get help.” I met her eyes finally, seeing concern there, not judgement. “Please?”

“OK, that’s incredibly common after childbirth and you’ve got twins so let’s see what we can do, shall we?”

I nodded and then smiled.

“That would be great.”

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