"You've Only Got Eighteen Summers” & The Case For Cancelling Book Week

You're bleeding, leaking, sleep deprived. There is a lot of crying; mostly yours but also the baby. You can't remember what day it is, when you last showered, or even your own name. But hold on - are you soaking it up, mama? Because you should be! This week, the relentless pressure to enjoy every second of motherhood while you're still very much surviving it. Because apparently we only get 18…