I didn’t feel like a good employee. I didn’t feel like a good partner. And I definitely didn’t feel like a good mom. (Even though, in hindsight, I wasn’t giving myself nearly enough credit.) From the outside, it probably looked like I had it all together. I got so many comments celebrating the water I was drowning in. I was “Supermom” holding down a job, a household, and a happy baby. But inside? It felt like I was spinning plates on a moving treadmill.