Valentine’s Day is synonymous with showing the people in your life how much they mean to you, how much you appreciate them, how much you love them. It could be your spouse, your friends, your kids, or even your dog. The list of the people you love could be endless.
Postpartum depression is the single hardest thing I’ve ever had to contend with in my life. Don’t get me wrong, giving birth was no picnic either, but having my recovery sabotaged by a dirty little mental illness just made everything so much harder.
Postpartum depression is a sneaky little bastard that creeps up on you when you least expect it. It hides in and among your already-raging hormones, stealthily camouflaging itself, and prays not to get caught.
But I did. I caught that bugger red-handed, treated it and now I’m the best mom I can be.
But how do you Know You Have postpartum depression?
The other day, my husband came up behind me while I was chopping vegetables for dinner. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled into my neck. I said, “Aw, hi babe. You ok?” He said, “Ya, I just don’t do this enough.”
But it occurred to me that one of our biggest challenges as parents isn’t just taking care of the kids, but taking care of our relationship too. Staying in touch, for Niagara Daddy and I, is an imperative part of our daily lives.