I originally started this blog when Karl and I were
in the initial planning phase of moving to Minnesota. That reality feels so
removed from where I am today. I'm sitting at a messy table (same one where
this blog started) in a different room in a different state. It's a gorgeous
November day, unusually warm for Minnesota standards (70 degrees!!) Ok. I had
to relocate to our back deck. I knew it was nice out, but wow!! The 3
kiddos are all napping. It’s bliss.
Bath time. Blogging. Changing diapers. Cuddles. Dancing. Downtime. Hugs. Laughter. Love. Meals. Music. Potty-training. Prayers. Reading books. Tears. Togetherness. Walks. Work.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
One Step, Two Steps
I normally write when I’m down or ugly angry or have had a
bad day. While it’s been a day of many emotions, it’s overall been a good day.
Lately, the good have outweighed the bad which, in turn, is helping the good
moments to come more often.
I have a new nurse practitioner psychiatrist who is
wonderful. I’m so thankful that she happened to relocate to a clinic near my
work since the previous one is over an hour drive away. Besides the two
clinicians working in an office specialized that ante and postpartum periods,
she’s the first who has said that I have postpartum depression/anxiety.
Some of you may wonder why that matters. I was pretty sure I
was struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety after both Miss S and Mr.
C were born. But, I’m not a nurse practitioner or doctor. Nurses can’t diagnose
(even though most of the time we are right with our hunches). Without having a
diagnosing medical professional say that I was experiencing postpartum mood
disorders, it was just my “thinking” that my symptoms matched.
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Sunday, May 1, 2016
Climbing
I have a longer messier uglier post that might never get
published. This story is the short version.
Hi, my name is Kristin. I’ve struggled with anxiety most of
my life. I was officially diagnosed with depression in college. In each
postpartum period, my anxiety has become worse. It isn’t as some moms describe
– I don’t feel anxiety about my baby. Instead, I’d be happy just cuddling my
baby while someone else cleans my house, cooks for me, and entertains my other
children (and the dog and the cats). My anxiety is about everyone and
everything else. I feel rage. It is a dreadful feeling.
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Saturday, February 13, 2016
White Flag
I know that it’s been a long while since I was on here
last…back when we only had 2 kiddos. I have a lot to share (like introducing
you all to our newest family member, sharing the birth story, writing about my
imminent return to work after maternity leave), but today I really need some
input. This territory is dangerous…but I’m going there anyway. (Is it anyway or
anyways?)
I’m looking for recommendations.
On parenting.
(Now picture me with a grimace on my face knowing that I
can’t take it back. I’ve asked for
it. Yikes.)
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