being real
I was standing in our kitchen, our colicky two-month-old strapped to my chest while she protested the pain in her stomach. My eardrums ached about as much as my heart did seeing her hurting, and next came on the guilt that only a nursing mom knows when there are suspected food allergies. I had abstained from all dairy, peppers, onions and chocolate for weeks, and it didn’t make a lick of difference. She had the dreaded colic, something I had never dealt with before, that produced hours of crying every night and a demand to be nursed every two hours from day one. Her high needs plus the ongoing lack of sleep made everything harder.
Why I’m Glad My Eight Year Old Saw A Counselor
It was a typical afternoon. My oldest daughters had just arrived home from school and were unpacking their things in the kitchen. I began my usual questions starting with “How was your day?” and multiple conversations were filling the air when one particular sentence caught my attention. “I saw a counselor today,” B mentioned nonchalantly while pulling wads of papers from her school binder. I was immediately concerned, confused, and had to stop and pause for a moment. I interrupted her, “What do you mean you went to a counselor today?” I asked. Still shuffling between her backpack, the refrigerator, and the pantry, she began relaying a story I had not expected.
Sixteen Months Ago {My First Experience With Anxiety & Depression}
Just over sixteen months ago, Josie was born, and my life was once again changed forever. What a blessing it was welcoming her into our family, and yet this blissful event was followed by a lot of life changes and challenges.Sweet And Sometimes Sour
I try to keep my blog really light and upbeat, so when something negative happens I don’t usually document it here unless I can make light of it. For example, I never wrote about the time when the girls were two years old and squeezed through our front gate while I was getting ready for the gym and how I had to call 911 because I couldn’t find them. I also decided against writing about my most recent SVT episode that earned me a ride in an ambulance. At the time they seemed too negative and not something that I could ever make suitable for the blog…or people who might be reading my blog. After thinking about it, I realize that there’s nothing wrong with including some of the bad with the good because like my blog description goes”sweet and sometimes sour, but always with real filling.” So this post is me finally being real about the sour parts of life at the moment. It is not meant to be a pity party for myself, or an attempt to discount all the really sweet things that are happening in my life.
