Tis The Season…for postpartum depression.
My hair is a mess, the dishes are overflowing in the sink, the dogs are barking outside, the baby is crying and I haven’t peed in 5 hours. For nearly 2 years I begged God for this, all I wanted was to be here, to be holding my baby. I asked for this season, I asked for this . Yet I find it extremely overwhelming and I’m exhausted. I can’t tell if that bad smell is me or the garbage that needs to be taken out. As I sit, rocking my baby who will only nap when I’m holding him, watching re-runs of SVU and Grey’s anatomy I can’t help be feel completely consumed with guilt. My husband works so hard so I can stay home with our baby. I’m sure the last thing he wants to do when he comes home is clean, but I’m nap trapped again. I’m stuck talking in a high pitched voice entertaining my sweet boy who needs constant attention. I’m busy running errands, I’m busy getting the big kids to and from places, the baby has occupational therapy, physical therapy, I have mental ...