Tag Archives: mom
I am by no means the perfect mom. Even though I am mentally ill I still think I’m a pretty good mom. My mental illness doesn’t seem to get in the way of day to day taking care of B and loving her to … Continue reading
i can’t say no…
sometimes i feel like i do everything for the people around me. my family, my friends, work, where i volunteer. i get asked to run this errand, pick this up at the store for me, put this away, write this … Continue reading
no one said that life with a toddler was going to be easy. B is now 22 months old. not a baby, but not yet a big girl. she goes to school everyday when i go to work. after 3 months … Continue reading
everything is in a constant state of change when being a mother. from infant to toddler. sitting to standing. breast feeding to solid foods. and now I embark on a huge journey with little miss B – potty training! … Continue reading
toddlers are a test for the sanest of people
gone are the days of lazily rolling around with my baby, snuggling, nursing, sleeping. these were tender moments during an incredible time of bonding with my little bundle of joy. then… SMACK! my once sweet and demure infant goes from cooing … Continue reading
I often get the feeling like I’m in limbo. Almost a floating sensation. I’m in between things – moods, places, experiences. I never really feel present. Somehow I’m someplace else. Not quite myself but never someone else. This in-between state … Continue reading
Now that I know I’m really crazy, what do I do?
So apparently I’ve been crazy as far back as I can remember. Great! Having a kid, who likely will be plagued by having a mentally ill mother, is how I find out I have a room reserved in the nut … Continue reading
Is this postpartum depression?
I know lots of women get the baby blues. Me, on the other hand, has suffered from depression most of my adult life. I was scared shitless of postpartum depression and asked my OB for Zoloft in the hospital right … Continue reading
Why are you crying now?
As I look at my baby girl I can’t believe she is mine. She is the most perfect little being I’ve ever seen. Then I think, I hope I don’t fuck her up…how is she going to be ok with … Continue reading