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Hello Depression. 1, 2, 3, down they go.
The clock struck midnight and we didn’t even know it.
A new year was starting as we stood, teary-eyed and paralyzed.
He said he would leave me if I didn’t get help.
For a moment, I didn’t care either way.
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The darkness had become too much.
The anxiety…
Posted in Life, No funny today
Tagged anxiety, colic, depression, motherhood, postpartum anxiety, postpartum depression, PPD
31 Comments
I cut the crust off.
He doesn’t know what Star Wars is, but he’s over the moon for his lunch box.
It was his first day at a new school – a montessori pre-school. We’ve made sacrifices so he could go to this school. He deserves this school.
Posted in Life, No funny today
Tagged anxiety, Bam Bam, colic, motherhood, parenting, PPD, preschool, What the hell am I doing?
14 Comments
Kicked. (Last of the 8 lines)
* Last of the 8 line posts spurred by this one >> 8 mm.
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Love affair with Texas Ranger = kicked.
Dependence on boob umbrellas = kicked (Can we say like leather?).
Ingestion of multiple pain pills = kicked.
Preoccupation with the FrankenPussy = kicked… well maybe one last look.
Posted in Life, Like you care
Tagged 8 lines, breastfeeding, excuse to link to my own posts, postpartum, PPD, vagina
8 Comments
My binky. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm
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Everything is topsy turvy.
Exhaustion… sobbing.
Anxiety… hopelessness.
Fists clenched… veins popping.
I reach for it.
Soft… comforting…
I squeeze it in my hands on the exhale.
My husband’s ass is my binky.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged 8 lines, colic, married life, motherhood, postpartum, PPD
15 Comments
Baby number two- Chances are it will happen again.
I’ve been looking at this pregnancy as kind of a do-over of sorts. Baby number two was deemed my all natural, no drugs, but I’ve done it before so piece of cake birth.
The beauty of forgetting …
The daughter of a friend of my mother in law called me today to ask a little advice about getting her baby boy to sleep better. Now, I am not a doctor, but I had done copious amounts of research both before and during my own son’s sleep battles. I have also been close witness to several failed sleep strategies during my years as a nanny. On top of that, I am lucky enough to have a friend who is a therapist that specializes in infant/child sleep.
