After you had your baby, routine was forever altered. You now found yourself fumbling through diaper changes and laundry piles. You missed the simplicity of a hot shower, a quiet moment to yourself, or even a five-minute break to read. You had become so engrossed in the baby's needs that your own started to fade. You began to notice changes within yourself. Your energy levels dipped, replaced by exhaustion and lethargy. Postpartum depression had crept in, a silent thief that robbed you of your joy.

The nights were the worst. Exhaustion clung to you like a heavy cloak, and you’d often find yourself crying in the late hours as the baby's cries pierced through the silence. Your emotions were all over the place, from the high of new parenthood to the lows of feeling completely overwhelmed. And soon, the lows began to linger. That was until Oliver stepped up more. Oliver, however, was determined to help. He took on the majority of the childcare, attempting to relieve some of the burden from your shoulders. Slowly but surely, nights became less daunting, and you’d often wake to the sound of him humming softly to your little one. His love for you both, unwavering, was an invisible lifeline that kept you tethered to reality.

“Felicity,” he said one night, his voice gentle as he stroked your hair. The baby slept soundly in his arms. “You're doing an amazing job. I know these past few weeks have been tough, but we’ll get through this together. You’re stronger than you think, even if you don’t feel like it.”