I must say, I was really expecting a ravenous scene where a werewolf woman tears into a human and chews her way right down to the pink pumps or kitten heels and then howls into the night. 

As I started reading it, it quickly became clear that MM/The Mother/Nightbitch was going through post-partum depression and so much more - apparently having a baby is chaos presented in different forms to different people.  I fully expected her to have an actual nervous breakdown, it really seemed like she was having one in most of the pages.  Her childhood pointed to traumas unaddressed and seemed repressive hence the story as one long internal dialogue.

And then - the moment when she actually disasociates is visceral and conjures up a bile or bitter after taste. I found myself wanting to help her, scold her, maybe slap her or berate her husband, tsk tsk tsk and shake my head and then also look on in horror.

The ending feels a little obvious to me - the expectedunexpected , the fact that she was an artist has been mentioned in almost every page by the The Mother/MM/Nightbitch so I did anticipate what was presented as the final chapter and resolution - but a part of me could see this story going in the direction of the character actually going to therapy, rebuilding her studio connections and maybe the child turning 3 and some of the horrors of toddlerdom might have been numbed out. And if there was a peaceful resolution, Nightbitch could slowly transition back to MM.

Instead, the Nightbitch becomes the most dominant element of MM's personality. A visceral, violent part of The Mother and this is meant to be the triumph of the book.

Did she really pull herself together or did she just take her chaos and shove it on stage for everyone to see and digest no real holistic growth to be had.

I closed this book and asked myself "Do I really want to be a mother...because WTF was that?"