Monday, April 4, 2011

Singing The Blues

About a week ago, at the darkest time of night, I held my little basher boy and sniffed his head and smiled. Although I was sore and sleepy, I was blissfully happy, and I took a moment to have a conversation with myself.

I said, "Self: Remember this feeling. You have a wonderful thing here. A healthy, possibly red-headed baby boy who eats and sleeps and poops and loves you. If the blues hit you in a few days, you'll know that it's all hormones. The depression is an illusion. It's only your wacky emotions that will have changed, not your actual life."

Then, a few days later, I started crying and couldn't stop. Hormones, man.

The good news is, I am married to Super Dad. He is my support. He is the punk's wrestle partner and the basher's protector. He looks out for me and won't let me wallow in tears for very long before he sets a course of action and forces me out of my funk. He took the two boys to the basher's doctor appointment last week so I could go out for sushi with my girlfriends. He has been right in the thick of the mess with me for the past two weeks, removing his ear plugs every night at 3 AM (or after the basher's second nighttime meal) so I could put in my ear plugs and enjoy four uninterrupted hours of sleep.

I love this guy.

And now I'm crying again. Someone slap me out of this!

Photos by Amy Gretchen.


Julie Carlile said...

Oh I hope he is a red head! I love my little red head girl :) I agree that those hormones suck and usually do lead to a lot of crying. I am already such a mess that I worry how bad it will be after our baby arrives. I am glad you have such a wonderful hubby to help out though. I often tell myself that I could never be a single mother! I have no idea how my dad did such a good job raising me by himself. Also, I love your pics! Did you have someone take them during the delivery? I am debating if I want my friend Kim in the room doing pics or not. If you did how was it?

Presidential Players said...

Thank heavens for super dads! Randy has been so good to take over the boys while I recoup and when I start crying for no good reason, he pretends to understand. It's so nice to know that there are great men in this world.

Becky Youkstetter said...

I won't pretend to understand - not one bit. But I'm here for you and for what I know of this - it's normal. If you need me, call me.

Amy G. said...

What an amazing, awesome husband you have! The baby blues can really suck but having someone there to quietly take up the slack without throwing a guilt trip at you can really speed up the recovery time.

And Amy Gretchen, your photographs are absolutely beautiful - I'm sure they will be treasured forever.

Heather said...

I will admit that you have a wonderful husband and he really is SUPER DAD! Good luck with the basher and the punk.

Meili said...

Julie, yes, I asked my friend Amy to be there in the delivery room with Tim and me. I am so happy with the results! She gave me a disc of fantastic photos, and I plan to post some more for you to see. If I have any more babies, I will definitely ask her to be there again.

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