A peek behind the blog…it’s blue dear readers. Very blue.
Yes, the baby blues are back in da house this week. So very tired. And sad. And lonely. Amazing since I am hardly ever alone (baby always by my side…or breast…mainly breast…cluster feeds suck – forgive the pun).
And I think to Shrek and onions and how both have layers…just like parenthood. On one layer I am completely blues-ish and on a higher layer I get that I am blues-ish so am doing what I can to push the blues layer under. See. Onions, Shrek and Me. Layers people. Layers.
So you’ll notice I’m pimping up Parent Club. Changed the header. Re-formatted the sidebar. It’s for my layer. Renovating Parent Club gives my mind and energies somewhere to focus which is good for the soul. It’s gives my blues a boost. At least I think it does.
Walks in the sunshine are just as good. But less tangible. With the blog I can say “See I put in a new header!” It is a thing-done. Whereas a walk is a thing-experienced. Both good against the baby blues.
As is breathing. Deep breathing. Knowing the baby blues is a normal, hormonal, mom-moment. Just keep breathing and it will pass.
Right?
If you’ve got the blues…I recommend the #zombiemoms over at twitter. A great bunch of pregnant, new and seasoned parents up day or night. Put that hashtag at the end of a tweet and watch a community come alive.
I wrote about the baby blues HERE (and merci again for all the comments and support and virtual hugs)
Ahh, the Blue FOG as it has been nicknamed in our home. I had severe PPD for 13 months after my daughter was born. Medication barely took the edge off. Now we are heading towards her second birthday. It still comes 'round to raise its ugly head once in a while. The only encouragement to give "It will pass." Blogging saved me from being lost in the Fog.
Cluster feeding definitely gave me the blues. I feel your pain, hun. The worst part was explaining to my toddler why mommy was crying as she fed his little brother.{Hugs} to you. Now that baby boy is almost weaned, I can't believe how much I miss the closeness – yet I'll never forget the blues.