My “threenager” and I went on a girl’s date this week! I hope this little sweetheart knows how much I love her… Continue reading Dear Diary: A “Threenager”, A Stinkbug, & A Personal Achievement
When stress makes its way into my bones, I thank God for the laughter in my life. Often, that laughter (and stress, admittedly) comes in the form of my children. So, if you are walking a rough road today, this one is for you. You can thank my three year old.
The tragic thing about postpartum depression is, these events and resultant feelings are so much clearer in hindsight. My OB/GYN asked all of the right questions, but I was adamant— I felt fine.