Needing help, needing a break, doesn’t make me weak.
And not enough women know about it.
It's often mislabeled as the "baby blues."
Find your safe space, wherever or whatever or whomever that is, and rest there often. Voice your fears, concerns, failures (which are probably more like "failures"), frustrations, and angers. Say them out loud to someone who will listen without judgment. Don't let those things fester and rot inside your soul. Get them out and get on with your day.
My youngest is now two and a half years old and mothering him, and my two other boys, is the purest joy I have ever known. My first pregnancy was difficult. My second was debilitating. My third almost killed me, but I'd do it all again if it promised even a moment of the joy and love I find in them each day.
"You're not alone."