In a funny twist of fate, God decided to bless us with a beautiful little girl last July. Now I'm a stay at home mom, at the ripe old age of 39. With about 45 chickens, a ewe sheep, three large dogs, and a cat.
I waited a very long time to have a child. We decided to just see if it would happen, and it did. That was one of the best times of my life, especially after the bomb going off with the in-lords (husband coined that term). Then guess what, more in-lords showed up, and I started my battle with postpartum depression. There, I said it.
With all the new people around to take care of, the animals, a garden, home, breast feeding issues, I found myself just going deeper and deeper. Your husband can't understand why you're not happy when he's taking care of you. I'm not a fan of pharmaceuticals, but I had to get help. I felt ashamed with my Bible belt upbringing I couldn't just pray it away, and try everything but what's going to start helping make it go away.
Some hard to face facts about having a baby I wasn't prepared for:
- Sleep deprivation
- Being at home all the time
- Loss of freedom
- Flabbiness and your family's ability to point it out after only 6 weeks of having the baby.
- Breastfeeding hurt like a mother!