Finding Hope

When my little man was born, I found myself in the midst of the baby blues.  I had everything I ever wanted, a wonderful husband, a beautiful son, and I felt so melancholy.  To me, I should have been jumping up and down with joy and giggling with giddyness at the situation.  Instead I was drowning in anxiety and worry about everything.  Can I really take care of this child?  Will my husband still love me post-baby?  What if he gets sick? What if I get sick?  What if, what if, what if..... all the day long.  I cried out to God, asking why me?  Why?  I tried to put on a brave face for Mr. Reese, but eventually it just came crumbling down.  In those moments I held on tightly to God and my loving husband, waiting to see the doctor to find out just what was going on.  On arrival to the Dr.'s office, I was reassured that all would be well, and that this post partum depression would only be temporary.  Meds perscribed, filled and taken, and within a week, I was doing much better.  I had hope that there would be and end to the heavy, wet blanket that had been thrown over my fire.   My husband and I began to pray that I would be able to overcome this and be victorious.  Six months later I was able to slowly wean off the meds, and am back to my old self, with some new stuff thrown in for good measure.  Child of God, Wife, Mommy, Daughter, Sister, Friend.