**caution, serious post ahead**
I've been having a bit of a rough patch lately. I've never been one to ask for help, or actually need help to be honest, and I'm a bit of a do it yourself type of gal. I didn't find it too hard to bounce back into the swing of things after Emmersyn was born although it was a bit more time consuming having 2 kids to remember snacks, bottles, cups, food, etc for whenever we left the house. Having 2 wasn't that big of a transition for me.
When I found out I was pregnant so soon after Emmersyn was born, I didn't think much of it in terms of slowing me down. We found out it was a boy and were excited. And then I found out there could be a fatal birth defect and that is when my issues started. I was determined to carry forward with the pregnancy either way, but somehow I couldn't plan the future because I thought for sure the worst was going to happen. Combine that with Emmersyn's surgery a month in November and I was a hot mess. I couldn't pick out names for Brennen, didn't buy anything except one outfit (before we knew what he was really), have no room set up or any decorations for him. Yes, I feel bad, but I figured what was the point really if I just got to hold him in the hospital and tell him goodbye.
When he was born, I cried tears of joy and relief on the table when my dr told me he was perfect! (yes, the ultrasounds later showed all brain spots were resolved, but I didn't trust them to be true) I held and kissed him so much and even offered my nipples as sacrafice to make sure he received some breast milk (that was my motive this time for anyone wondering why I choose to pump with #3 and none of the girls) that was suppose to be the best for him, but still couldn't snap out of the funk.
I chalked it up to anxiety, stress of the past 6 monthes, and the inital baby blues. When you're an adoptive parent, there is a lot more that goes into babies than someone who can just pop them out (which is me now). I prayed and prayed for years for a baby and I had a ton of mommy guilt asking for help with anything when my prayers were finally answered. I feel like I have to do everything for everyone and be perfect and that is HARD. VERY HARD. Working full time, staying home during the day, cooking, laundry, playing with kids, being a good mom....rough.
Enter today....I had a 4week postpartum check today. I decided I may need something stronger to help my baby blues go away. I LOVE my doctor and of course I was talking to her and started crying. And it was the ugly cry that you try to hold in and can't too. She told me I can't do everything myself. It was ok to have help. Blah, blah..the usual stuff you know to do, but find it hard to do. Long story short, she gave me some meds to help snap me out of my funk of PPD that she suspects has been brewing since Emmersyn's birth since I didn't have much time to heal and get back to 100%. Here's hoping 2013 is less stressful than 2012 and I can actually get my little boy a room of his own soon!