With their multi-millions, private planes and lavish houses, feeling sorry for one of the Kardashian klan wasn’t something I ever imagined myself doing.
But when Kylie opened up to her sister Kendall on a recent episode of The Kardashians saying that she cried for three weeks straight after she had her second baby, my heart instinctively went out to her.
Her words took me back to having Immy, my second child, and just how much I struggled.
During the excitement of my second pregnancy, I’d thought, naively as it turned out, that having had a baby before, this time round it was bound to be easier. I knew what to expect, knowledge is power, etc, etc. Plus, from my hazy memories of the newborn stage, I recalled all babies did was sleep.
Back in those days, when Theo was approaching two, I laughed at how frazzled I’d been when he was a newborn, how terrified I’d been to even go into the shower while he was asleep in his Moses basket in case he woke up while I was washing my hair. Yet I’d invariably find him still sleeping when I jumped out two and a half minutes later.