It’s been more than a month since I emotionally vomited on your computer screen with this post. I was so hesitant to spew all that, but I’m so glad I did. Out of the chunks of my PPD puke came wonderful responses.
This text from an old friend made me feel supported….
“Read your blog post from yesterday. I love you and good for you for getting help!!!!”
This comment from a reader/friend made me feel not so alone…
“To be honest, I’ve not yet met a mom who didn’t have the repeated visions of the baby getting run over by a car, falling off a pier, getting burned with boiling water, all those things that flash through our minds and make us recoil at the thought. I think to some extent, those thoughts help us to be a bit more careful with the new fragile life that we’re safe-guarding. Those thoughts are obstrusive and disturbing, though. I did end up getting back on meds after John because of the rage I kept having. Rage at my husband, at my two-year-old, at the baby… you name it. Then my other OCD symptoms came back (non-baby-related) so I refilled my Rx and didn’t look back. When I went for my post-partum check up, the doctor asked me if I’d had suicidal or homicidal thoughts. I had not, but I had some really abusive thoughts which was reason enough for me to rejoin the ranks of the medicated.”
This Tweet made me feel like I had made a difference….
A call from an old friend in tears who said she called a therapist after reading was just the beginning. (Love you! You know who you are.) So many of my family and friends called. I couldn’t believe how many women told me they went through the same thing. I NEVER KNEW!
Blair hooked me up with this site. Katherine is amazing! Her site is wonderful and so many women have told their stories.
So the moral of the story is, I feel so much better since I admitted everything. I’m a little more than a week away from my 30th birthday and I’m feeling very blessed. This blog, and the connections I’ve made are part of those blessings. Thank you readers. Thank you.
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First off, let me apologize for writing a post about my nasty foot. I’ll also say I’m even more sorry for posting a picture of it. But, this is pretty much a blog about my life and frankly my foot has taken over my life in recent days.
Here it is… (Remember, I already apologized for this…twice.)
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| This is the “small” size picture. You’re welcome. |
Look at that thing! I mean, I have boogidy, ape-like feet anyway. For the past three summers I cannot go without getting attacked by fire ants. I don’t know what my deal is. You can see my second toe is all blistered and the rest of this appendage is swollen. I can’t wear anything but sandals, which is how ants attacked me in the first place. I was only standing on the sidewalk for this year’s attack! The sidewalk in the city! And why does this always happen when I’m in need of a pedicure?!
Yesterday I couldn’t post because I was Benadryl-drunk. For the 2009 attack, I got some Prednisone. Awesome! Cankles gone! Last year I was pregnant so I had to rely on Benadryl. Now, I don’t want
Prednisone in my breast milk. ::sigh:: I guess I’ll just keep tripping on Benadryl. Topical creams don’t help the itch, nor the swelling.
I’m open to your fire ant remedies.
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With a little sadness at the speed of her growth, we packed up Charlotte’s infant seat and MamaRoo. She just wants to climb out of them, on them, and generally make things more dangerous for herself. As our little explorer crawls and pulls herself up on everything she can, the most common phrases heard at our house are “Charlotte!” “No!” “Stop!” “Careful! “Gentle!” (“Gentle” is around Ginger. Poor dog, she is a trooper.)
With all of her activity we have started putting her in the Pack ‘N Play like a playpen. We have dubbed it “baby jail.”
Greyson does a running commentary when she does this. “Let me out! Why do I have to be in baby jail?!?! What crime have I committed!? I’ve broken no baby laws!”
We don’t leave her in there that often and she still loves her exersaucer. Most often, she does something adorable like this and usually gets picked up. We’re lousy wardens.
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Hey! I’m guest posting for Kelly over at Mom Got Blog. Follow her on Twitter @Kpugs. Check it out…
Here I am, fresh off the proverbial pregnancy turnip truck. I’m a newbie mama, and a seasoned pro like Kelly at Mom Got Blog wants me to write a guest post. I’m honored! My topic? To review some pregnancy/baby books.
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| This is me. I think my kid is adorable and I like to show her off. Thanks for indulging me. |
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