3rd March 2016
Maybe it’s postpartum depression. Maybe it’s the hormones
acting up. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed. But this is what I am right now. And I’m
ok with that.
I’ve gone through a lot – through my pregnancy and in the
last 3 weeks. I’m not gonna undermine myself or my emotions. It’s normal to
feel this way. I’m gonna fight it. Even if it means that I cry, because
sometimes tears bring us the courage we need.
Sometimes crying doesn’t bring the courage. It just brings
more tears and then more. You feel pathetic. You feel weak. You feel incapable.
But that’s also ok I guess. It’s just a feeling. Feelings pass. And tears dry.
* * * * *
I believe in God. I believe he knows the lessons I have to
learn and pass on. So I just have to live and let go. Whatever will be will be.
I’ll take each day as it comes counting my blessings.
I’m deeply indebted to my mother. She’s been there for me in
a way no one can ever be. She’s there everywhere. Healing me, blessing me,
sending me off to rest, making me food, feeding my babies, clothing them,
bathing them, handling my house etc etc and more. I don’t know how I’ll manage
without her once she leaves in 2 weeks. She won’t even be available on the
phone for a year.
I wish that someday I can too
love my children like this!
I’m so proud of the daddy my life partner is turning out to
be. I never saw him with a child ever. And now he’s a full-on hands-on dad -
Feeding, burping, changing nappies, singing and more. Not only that, he’s been
a rock solid support for me whose held my back against the storms I faced. I
never knew that having children would mean falling in love with my husband all
over again!
I love you
Kev. I really do. Muahs.
* * * * *
I’m just so sad at myself. I never thought I’ll be this kind
of a mother. Crying one at that. I thought I’ll be a happy, singing, vivacious
full of songs and smiles kinda mother. But I can’t. Just the saving grace till
now is that I’m not crying in the presence of my babies. I go away from them. I
try my best to be happy and bring in songs for them when I’m with them.
Am I so self-absorbed that I can’t handle sleeplessness? Where
is the mother’s instinct and strength everyone talks about? I haven’t seen that
in me yet.
I’m not a superwoman. I’m not a supermom.
I’m a regular person. Maybe lesser than that.
What do I do?
