Somehow we survived the first month of summer. The pictures sure make life look rosy, but believe me, we had some rough patches. If you don't believe me, ask the girls and read my previous post. But things are starting to shake out now, and we are finding a tiny rhythm so I'd say things are looking up. Timmy is 12 lbs. 10 oz. now and is depleting all my food resources. I continue to eat, but I can't keep up with that belly. I've never had a chubby baby before so this is a whole new world, and I'll admit, I love it. I squish his cheeks and kiss his belly a hundred times a day and so do the girls. I love the picture that Elle got of me and Mya making Timmy laugh (even though it's blurry) because I feel like a majority of our days are spent doting on our little buddy, and I don't want to forget that.
I've received several comments and emails regarding my last post. Thank you so much for thinking of me. Postpartum depression is real. It hits when you least expect it, and in the beginning, it seems as if you can make excuses and it will go away, but it doesn't. HOWEVER, I have to give my family credit because they are really trying to ease my rollercoaster ride by helping whenever they can. I would not survive without my three older girls. Sure, they can be crazy and hard sometimes, but for the most part, I am amazed at their capabilities and willingness to help around the house. They change diapers, vacuum floors, put away toys and entertain each other whenever I ask so I really can't complain that much. Life is busy right now, and sometimes it is a hard busy, but mostly it is a good busy.