When I was pregnant with Lane, things were ideal. I was excited, I felt good, and I drank a chocolate milkshake every day for the final six weeks. It was truly one of the happiest times of my whole life.
When I was pregnant this past year with Tom, things were good then too, but I didn’t feel as good. It was a lot harder to be pregnant while taking care of another little one. She needed me whether I felt like getting out of bed or not. It took a few months before I realized I was feeling some depression. I didn’t feel sad exactly, but more melancholy like everything was hard.
Finally I told my friends about it and they prayed for me and the depression lifted, but that wasn’t the end of it. I was still experiencing stress and high blood pressure, which I’m sure were because of all the hormones during the pregnancy. It’s hard to take good care of yourself when you feel that way. Tension wore me thin, and I didn’t get along with my husband as easily.
I remember in the final few days wanting to be different and hoping I would get a chance to start over. It wasn’t until a few hours after I had the baby that all the stress I felt in the previous months completely melted away. Of course I was elated to have a healthy, beautiful baby boy, but it was also the first time in a long time that I remembered how good it felt to feel normal again. I had almost forgotten.
I know pictures don’t always tell the story, especially in the blogging world, but I wanted to share my experience in case someone else might feel discouraged. It does get better.