Post Partum Depression

We have come a long way in the last nine years. I remember when I was pregnant with Kyath and I started to show signs of depression. I knew that I was suffering, but depression was a new thing for me. I remember asking for some medication while I was in my last trimester and it helped me through the last three months. After Ky was born, it hit even harder, I was still on the medication. I didn't, however, increase my dosage. Looking back, I think my dosage should have been increased.

I had a deep fear of hitting my baby's head on the doorway as I walked through doors. I believed that someone was going to kidnap my baby the minute I let go of the stroller when I went for walks. I had frequent suicidal thoughts. I remember asking new mothers if they were having the same experiences and feelings and everyone told me that I should probably get some professional help.

I knew I was crazy and that no one else understood. The last thing I wanted to tell anyone was that I was taking Prozac. Don knew and that was about it. I was embarrassed.

Nine years later (all nine on Prozac) I am going through post-partum again. This time I am happy to say that times have changed. I mentioned to a neighbor that I was struggling with post-partum depression and she didn't even flinch. She told me about the time she took Zoloft for a couple of months and urged me to call my doctor to see if I needed to change meds. I mentioned my struggle with my sister and she just comforted me and made me feel like everything would be okay. No one made me feel like the freaking monster I felt like nine years ago when I reached out for help.

I am glad to have girlfriends that love me and help me. I have the best support network and I love every one of them.

Olivia Tibbetts

Olivia was born Friday the 13th at 10:13. She was 6 lbs 4 oz and 19 inches long.
Both Jenny and the baby are good. Michael is a cute father. I am happy to be a part of Don's foster family.

Even Dresden was able to spend some quality time with Jenny.

Treat your mother right

I just went to see my mom for her birthday and my father for Father's day. I think Mr. T says it...

I saw this and I couldn't stop laughing

Porter-Man

My sweet neighbor brought over some flowers from her garden. I would tell you the name of them, but I always get it wrong. I even have one of these plants in my yard and love them. Anyways, she handed he a huge handful that she had just cut. I put them on the counter and went back out to talk to her for a little bit. When I came in, this is what Porter was doing...



He was arranging all the flowers in a vase. Then he took a few and put them on Lily's grave (Our pet Guinea pig). I thought it was so cute that he made sure that the flowers were in a vase with water. He is such a cute boy.



I am lucky to have such a creative, motivated child. He makes me smile everyday.

My little Porter

I have had a hard time with Kyath and Porter lately and so I have tried to change my tactics a little bit. I pretty much know what I need to do to help Kyath change, but I am not so sure with Porter. He has been yelling a lot and saying inapproprite things like, "Kill Barney." "Let's set Barney on fire." We have tried various things from time out to deprivation of Lucky Charms. Don actually kept him from church the other day because of something he said. We just don't feel like we are getting through to him.

I started to look at what he does to see where he learned it. Let's see...he yells. He yells... I yell. Hummm. Yeah, okay. So he learned how to yell from me. Not good. The things he says comes from all different stimuli around him. But I wondered what would happen if I went out of my way to treat Porter nicer.

I decided that I was going to try not to raise my voice at Porter. If he did something wrong, I would still talk to him about it, but I would not yell. I would watch what I said and make sure that I gave Porter plenty of attention. I didn't know what the end result would be, but I hoped it would help the situation.

Today is day two of the experiment. I have not yelled at Porter for two days. I have tried to give him extra attention

Why I hate Don

Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Like I would write a blog like this and post it on the web. Besides that, he is standing right here so I guess this blog isn't going to happen.