Post-partum Baby Blues

Let me tell you, the "Baby Blues" don't come easy. Andrew is out of town this weekend, and I thought, being superwoman, that I was not going to need any help. But the babies are in a "hold me all day" phase, and I was getting a little bit tired and frustrated at about six last night. I didn't get a shower yesterday (not that big of a deal) or a nap (a bigger deal). Talking to Andrew on the phone, I was for some reason really reluctant to call for help. Andrew's mom is there to help-- but I just didn't want to ask. I don't know why-- don't ask me to be logical here.

I finally called her, and she came and held one baby while I held the other. Sean had another little Puking incident that would have been scary if I had been alone.

But we settled them down and they were fine the rest of the night and I slept and have showered and am waiting for them to wake up for the noon feeding.

I asked for help from friends tonight-- it's fun, really, but I need another human other than the babies to be here with me for company. You get a little crazy being all alone sometimes.

But I had a taste of what women who go nuts doing this must feel. I am so grateful that I am an older mom, with lots of patience, and with people/family to help me.

Anyway, gotta go... someone's demanding attention. :)

Don't worry, don't think I've lost it-- I haven't. I wouldn't be writing about it if I were. But I do know why some people do lose it sometimes.