It’s been about 6 months since I last updated Flurt! on my life as a mother, and a lot has happened since then.
My daughter, Abigail, is 8 months old and constantly learning. She spends the majority of her time crawling, rolling and scooting around our living room. She finally learned how to sit back up when she ends up on her stomach, which saves me many trips to help her. She still has no teeth, but there are a few trying to push their way through her gums. She says “mama” quite regularly, most often when she wants something. She has said “Dada” at least a couple times. She tries to say “hi” and “I love you.” She has known how to give high fives for a few months now. She eats solid food three times a day. She is trying very hard to walk. She is very petite, but growing steadily at her own pace. She loves when we read her the Dr. Seuss books. She naps regularly – which makes it much easier for me to get schoolwork done.
As for me, I got married to Abby’s father in September. We are very happy. I have been working hard to make time for my online classes and to get to my class on the university campus. I’m not trying for impeccable grades at this point. I only care about passing all my courses and finishing the program so that I can get both my diploma and bachelor degree and move on to my career.
I also made the difficult decision to request antidepressants from my doctor because I was experiencing a bad case of postpartum depression. I was constantly overwhelmed, angry and resentful. For the first time in my life, I was having more bad days than good ones. This was made worse by sleep deprivation, since Abby only slept through the night for a few weeks before hitting her 6 month growth spurt and regressing to waking up multiple times in the night. Sometimes she still sleeps like a newborn, waking every 2 hours or less. I’m lucky to get more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep on a week night. I get more sleep on the weekends because my husband gives up his morning to get up with Abby so I can sleep in.
1 in 5 women experience postpartum depression in the months, even years, following the birth of their children. Massive hormonal and physical changes paired with the new responsibility of caring for a baby are sometimes too much to handle. Postpartum depression is most often treated with a mixture of therapy and medication, sometimes just therapy. Because I have a healthy support system in place, my doctor was comfortable with just giving me medication to help my brain and body chemistry even out for a while.
You can find more information on postpartum depression (PPD) at these websites, which have helped me: