Despite my best intentions to write more on here again, I’ve been sidelined both because Birdy has colic and because I’ve developed postpartum depression and anxiety.
Both of these issues are rough and hard to navigate. But what they have in common is that I didn’t do anything to cause them (read: it isn’t my fault) and I don’t have control over them occurring. I do have control over how I react, though. For myself, I called my doctor and made an appointment to talk about it. I then started medication to help. It’ll take 1-3 weeks for it to kick in, so until then I’m coping as best I can. For Birdy’s colic (and for myself and Hubs), I’m making myself accept help from others, which has never been my strong suit, and loving her through it. Doing these things are going to help me operate as the best me I can be.
Here’s my PSA: It is okay to accept help from others, it is okay to take medication if you need it. It doesn’t mean you less of a person or a bad parent. (I say that to continue to remind myself as well.)
Catch you all down the road.