Jack, you were digging around in the dishtowel drawer today and pulled one out. That's normal. What was so cute was that you wrapped it around your shoulders and clutched it at your throat like a cape or a shawl. You kept saying something that sounded like your normal "Let's go" but it almost sounded like "It's cold." You walked around the house repeating it as you wore your towel. I wish I got a picture of it.
Mari, you weigh 14 pounds and 6 ounces!! You gained 9 ounces in two weeks. You're so brilliant!! You also sat up, on your own, for about a minute five different times!! You're getting so big and changing and growing all the time. I can hardly keep up. I keep seeing you as my fragile little girl when really you're not. You may be petite, but you're a strong little girl, both in spirit and body.
Heather told me tonight that after group that someone came to her after group two weeks ago and was screened for postpartum depression. The woman said it was because of me and how I talk about my struggles. If my battle and my openness about it can help one person, then it's worth it. I can't stop it from happening, but if I can encourage another woman to get help, then I have some purpose. This beast has some purpose.
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