Let the sun shine in!

My blue days are over! Mostly. Until I'm pregnant again. Or until a catastrophe hits. Or, maybe, just until after Christmas. Yes, post partum totally sucked this time around, but it's over and I feel so much better. It's like the sun has come out to stay.

It was not part of my plan to wean Price (see previous post) but I ended up having to anyway. He was tearing me up, the details of which I will not go into here. Suffice it to say, I cried every time I nursed him and in all the 6 weeks I never got past the toe-curling stage. At first I was pretty disappointed that I had to wean him so early. I really don't like it when things don't go the way I plan them. But I'm so over it and am really liking the freedom of a bottle baby. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's the most inconvenient way to feed your baby, to be sure. I'm always washing bottles and there's more to squeeze in the diaper bag. BUT it's really great when you can say to your hubby at night: "It's been a rough day and I've got a rough day tomorrow. Do you mind getting up with him tonight?" Put that together with the fact that Price only wakes up once on the other side of midnight and it's no wonder my days are looking brighter.

The 6 weeks after Price was born were really tough and seemed never ending. To be honest, I don't know how I survived the first month. But I'm really glad that I toughed it out and made the surprise decision to not go on my anti-depressant. Now that I'm on the other side of it, the time really did go by quite fast. And even though I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, I'm here now and basking in its brightness.