I’m climbing out of the pit that was the Baby Blues, and I am so glad to be out of the darkness! One month has passed since our son Judah was born. Thinking back on those first two weeks home from the hospital makes me shudder. The feelings I had are hard to describe. I felt so yucky. Lonely. Isolated. Overwhelmed.
I hated how I felt and how if affected my husband and probably our baby, but I couldn’t help it. Now, one month later, I’m not immune to all the anxieties that surround parenthood, but I’m faring so much better. I’m still sleep deprived, but the Hormone Rollercoaster has definitely slowed and I feel more…collected. I’m so glad to be past the “laughing-one-moment-in-joy-then-sobbing-the-next-in-sadness” phase. That was a dark, awful place to be.
I’m tired of writing about depressing stuff. I want that spark that used to ignite my thoughts and fan into words on a page…words of joy, of beauty, of hope and comfort and peace and worship that come from the Freedom and Life that Jesus Christ has given me.
So. Here’s to the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new one.