You remember a year ago.
I was going bonkers trying to get my kid to sleep.
I was a floundering breastfeeding mama who was getting utterly discouraged.
Heck, I even started a blog to try and control the situation a little bit because often it seemed like my life was spinning out of control. Though my "dark days" have now been accounted for, once I was able to realize I had PPD.
Things got better just before my little baby turned one. And hopefully all you newer mamas who are still in the darker days don't feel like I'm rubbing this in your face--but life with my toddler is so much fun!
Ok, yeah, there are still times when I get super frustrated. I'm not a machine. But the ratio of tears to giggles has changed exponentially.
We went to the Gulf this past week.
Sam loved the beach SO MUCH MORE than he did the year before when we had just stopped breastfeeding despite our best efforts. (Who would have thought that a 27 year old, healthy woman would be diagnosed with pericarditis which would demand her be on medicine that was not BFing approved!?)
During our stay there in the condo, my son was wearing a diaper, a pajama shirt, blue crocs, and eating a snack while listening to the Beatles on Pandora. Our little swaying dancer cracked us up so much, I just had to share!
I thank the Lord often for bringing me through those first 365 days. And I am SO GLAD the next 365 days are shaping up to be awesome. God is good, all the time. And all the time...
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