Three months ago, my husband and I welcomed a precious little girl into our lives. I could never have imagined the change she would have on our lives.
I remember that time as a precious time together as a family celebrating with our extended family and close friends. I know there was no way that I could have thanked everyone enough for the support and love. We are so blessed and truly we were grateful for the visitors in the hospital and at home. We will always remember that time with love in our hearts.
Three months have flown by. Literally, I feel like we just came home from the hospital. But alas, she is almost double her birth weight and smiling at every move we make. It isn't what it use to be and I wouldn't want it to be.
What caused me to start writing today was the fact that she and I both have regressed in our progression towards being normal humans. She's been sleeping through the night for all of two months but this week, she is up at 2am every morning. It's been a wake up call for sure. I am grateful to have a husband that is willing to feed her and take care of her so that I can get some sleep, but honestly - what is she thinking?!
On the other hand, I was dealing with some pretty severe symptoms of Postpartum Depression in the first month or so, especially as I went back to work. And then it disappeared. I have noticed in the last week or two, those feelings have appeared again especially as the sun goes down. I've done a lot of searching online and no one seems to talk about their experience with facing those feelings, and I thought it would help me (and maybe a few others) to write this stuff down.
You'll find honesty and struggles, highlights and joys here.
Until later...
