My hope was that I’d be so much more relatable to people. I literally almost died on an operating table, so your problems are null and void for me.’ Or that I didn’t have any emotions beyond “frosty bitch” and “ballbuster.” The girls would be coming after me for some stupid reason or another, and I’d just be like, ‘I cannot. So yeah, back on set it didn’t feel right to go back to pretending that everything was fine. I had barely healed, nor did I have the emotional capacity to deal with my ruthless castmates. But the real kick in the cooch? I was back to filming a week later. The clash of hormones left me with a nasty case of postpartum depression, which was only made worse by pretty much every post on the Daily Mail saying I faked my pregnancy and hired a surrogate. Getting 'Crazy'! What to Know About Selling Sunset's Season 5 Reunion Read article When I could finally see my baby - Christian, named after my rock of a husband - holding him was intensely painful. I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t know where my baby was.
When I came to, I was dazed and confused. I won’t unpack this part of my life just yet, but basically I was completely blindsided by all the negativity people threw at me when my baby bump didn’t look the way they thought it should an emergency C-section in place of the lavender-scented, candlelit Earth Mama pushing my baby out on a cloud delivery that I thought I’d get and postpartum depression in place of the sweet, snuggly newborn phase that I thought comes with being a mommy.Īnd even after all of that I was still dealing with people coming at me about how I somehow wasn’t up to their expectations of what or how a mom should be - and that was on top of all the bitchiness from the show. I’ve had low points more recently, too, like when I didn’t have the fantasy pregnancy, birth and postpartum that I had been planning on.
‘How to Be a Boss B*tch’ by Christine Quinn.