Still Here

One year ago today I was barely recovered from my 2009 holiday season hangover when life bitch-slapped me with the surprising and wonderful news of an impending addition to our family.

But today, one year later, I just feel bitch-slapped.

For the past 60 days our family has been dealing with some pretty serious shit.  The kind of shit I wish I could write about (because after all writing is my catharsis), but can’t because even I have boundaries.

After Monkey was born I suffered a bit of postpartum depression, which in hind sight was probably caused more from having an unsupportive parenting partner than from raging hormones, lack of sleep or first-time mother anxiety.

This time around however, Buddy is my saving grace. He’s helping me get through this difficult time in ways that only a newborn can—smiles, giggles, breastfeeding, poopy diapers et al. He’s the most awesome part of my day…everyday.

And Brent.  All I know is that I’m holding him a little tighter these days because thank God for him.

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