IttyBitty Blog

I remember the first time that I visited the cabin, when Joey and I first started dating.  I loved it.  Good thing, because Joey later told me that it was a “deal breaker” not to love the cabin.  If I hadn’t loved it, it would have been over.  I guess I should say that HE is lucky that I loved it. 

A giant tree had fallen down, so we took a trip to help cut it up and hawl it away. 

We also rode the four-wheeler, had some hamburgers, and relaxed for a bit.  It was a nice outing. 

I mean, who wouldn’t love the cabin?  Really.

Nater turned 6 this year, and shockingly, we did not have a big themed party for him.  I know.  I feel kind of bad about it. 

Instead of the party, Nate had a sleepover with his friend Bradan, and brownies and ice cream with the family. 

He later said “I didn’t have a very fun birthday” and he hated his brownies that I tried to make from scratch. 

I think I may have spoiled him over the years. 

Here are six things that I love about my little Nater:

1- He is very artistic and loves to draw, color, and paint. 

2- The way he plays with his action figures…so fun to watch.

3- When he is nice to his sister; he saves his treats from kindergarten to share with her; he takes care of her

4- He’s a goof ball and reminds me a lot of myself when I was young.  He does a lot of the “odd” things that I used to do.  (sorry, mom and dad)

5- He’s so cute and funny.  He’s cute on the outside and the inside.

6- He’s smart!  I’m amazed at how quickly he learns.  He loves to do his homework and loves to go to kindergarten.

It’s hard to believe that he’s six years old already.  Seems like he was Miles’ size just yesterday.  Thanks for an amazing and fun six years Nater!

There are some things about child birth that I found to be unexpected when I had Nathan, five and a half years ago.  I had wanted a baby so badly and I thought that everything would be so pleasant and wonderful once I had one.  I had fantasized about holding him for the first time and imagined that instant “bond” that  I would experience.  Boy did I have it wrong.

I saw an add for a book online concerning postpartum depression, “It Sucked, and then I Cried”.  Funny at first glance, but rings oh so true for me.

The worst part about having a baby is the uncontrollable sadness that I feel after wards.  The worst part about the sadness is the terrible guilt that you have for having the sadness at a time when you are “supposed” to be happy.

Fortunately, after my first baby, I somewhat knew what to expect when I had my second and now my third.  Unfortunately, expecting it doesn’t make it any easier.

I try to put on a happy face and get on with things, but I think that the sadness must be showing on my face.  Several people asked me if I was “ok” yesterday.   I said that I was…which is the truth, I am “ok”.  I’m just not myself.  I am in a breast-feeding, sleep deprived, diaper changing, c-section pained fog that I’d like to get out of.

It feels as though I’ve been in this fog for at least a month, but it’s only been two weeks.  I’m expecting the fog to lift soon thanks to some “happy pills” I got at the doctor.  Thank goodness for modern medicine.