Happy New Year to everyone! I know this is my first post in a while so some updates.
Braxton and I had our second baby boy in October. We named him Peter William. Peter is my brothers name but there is also another reason.
Our oldest's boy's name is Calvin Leo. I started the pattern of naming our babies after my favorite childhood book characters. Calvin is named after Calvin O'Keefe from "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeline L'Engle. So, I named Peter of course after my brother, but also after Peter Pevensie from C.S Lewis "The Chronicles of Narnia". Other options for Peter were Parker, we reconsidered Oliver (as Calvin was either going to be Calvin or Oliver) or Rhett. I loved all of the options but Peter won simply because it has the added advantage of being after my brother too.
The delivery went well! I had an elective c-section per the doctors recommendation. Calvin was an emergency c-section (i'll save that story for a different post) so he advised it was a safer option the second time around. I was induced on October 3rd at 8:30 AM and our little Peter pumpkin was born at 9:30 AM.
Peter has been a dream in our household but I experienced something new that i didn't have with Calvin: the infamous postpartum depression.
I never thought it was ever something to mess with and i really felt for mothers who had it but it is a whole other playing field to deal with it yourself.
I didn't catch it myself, my sister noticed it. We were talking and I couldn't hold back the tears. I'm not afraid to cry, especially around my loved ones, but i usually at least have a reason! She took my hand and we talked about how she had it too.
It started with me overreacting to simple things so I didn't even see it coming. I definitely didn't know I was overreacting at the time because, in my head, it was such a big deal. Looking back, i'm so embarrased because of how i acted. I'm sure every experience dealing with postpartum depression is different. Dealing with it after I knew I had it was more manageable because I could assess the situations and find solutions if there was something that could be done about what was bothering me.
I'm certainly not cured but at least i have a remedy to make me feel better.
Musicals have always been my go to when i'm in the mood to watch a movie and chill. Having a c-section, i had a lot of tv time for the few weeks after delivery. Movies like Meet Me in St. Louis, Sound of Music, and of course, Hello, Dolly! have always been my favorites. One blue day, I had Hello Dolly on and I was rocking my baby and for some reason I was paying extra attention to the lyrics to my favorite song in the movie, Put on Your Sunday Clothes. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The answer to my problems was in that song that i'd listened to a million times before! It's simple. You can't feel blue while you're dressed for Sunday. "Theres no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes."
So, with that new motto in mind, I went through my clothes and got rid of my old raggedy clothes that i'd been sulking in, bought some new clothes and made myself a promise to get up every day and get dressed.
It's made sulking not fun. If i look cute, i want to get out and socialize. Even if its just to the Soda Shop or run some errands, I enjoy going out.
Try getting ready every day! Even if its a chill day, a cleaning day, especially on a busy day! I can pretty safely guarentee you will be so much happier and more productive!
Til next time,
Your Petite Critique,