I never understood why people would move back home to where either of their parents lived after having kids. I always thought it seemed weird.
Now, 18 months later, I feel more alone, more overwhelmed and more exhausted with a toddler that won’t sleep or eat than I ever did with postpartum. Then I just wanted someone there to tell me I wasn’t a bad mom. Now I would literally kill to have a grandparent or sibling close to just give me a break. Short term and sporadic as they may be.
I live in a town of 90k people, but I may as well be on a stranded island lost to civilization. The feeling is the same.