There were several reasons for me to say this. He always had gravitated toward Ryan, we are so much alike that we often butt heads, but mostly I was afraid that I had lost that critical bonding time with him when he was so small. I went into a deep, dark postpartum depression that scared me to the core. The truth of the matter is, I don't remember a lot of those earlier days with Gavin. I think the memories are fuzzy as a way of protecting me, because as most of my friends and family know, my memory is like a steel trap (except for things I need at the store or errands I should run). I remember the first few weeks when my mom stayed with us, but after that it kind of becomes a haze of colicky nights and mastering the art of avoiding other people. There were also a lot of other stressful things happening in our lives at that time with my work, family health, etc...that certainly didn't add to the situation. I have a few memories that were bright moments of perfection that pierced the darkness that surrounded my soul. I remember things like going to the kiddie park, trips to Kansas City and visiting family, but the day-to-day stuff, the place where life really happens, is kind of a blur. Not everything was bad, I mean, how can it be with a baby as precious as Gavin (once the colicky part was done). There were days that were better than others, I have pictures where I can see real and genuine smiles, but there's a lot where you can also see a smile that isn't really there.
Gavin's first laugh. This I remember. |
Thank God I was with it enough to plan this. I mean, how cute are they? |
Gavin's first Christmas. More real smiles from both of us. |
This picture made me sad. This is an example of the blur of this time. I cannot remember Brennon's room ever being arranged this way. I just kept staring at it and wondering if I had a hand in it. |
When Gavin was 10 months old, I was rocking him and I remember I started singing to him. It was such a breakthrough and I was crying because I felt like I really wanted to sing. It wasn't a halfhearted rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle anymore. I wanted to sing to my boy in a way that he would know that his momma loved him. We picked up from there. I couldn't think about everything I had missed.
My husband was amazing with Gavin. He must have just known exactly what he needed and gave it to him. They were a natural fit. My little boy who shared my looks had a heart that belonged to his one and only, his daddy. I am so glad they have that bond, and it's hardly fair for me to be jealous of it, because the connection I have always had with Brennon (Ryan's mini-me) has been strong. At this time, Ryan was also staying home with the boys during the day while I worked. (And then he worked at night....go, husband! I mean, I can't imagine working and then working some more. He's a champion!) So it seemed natural that Gavin would be close with him, but it still hurt my feelings that every time he got hurt or scared, he never wanted me. He wanted his daddy. But that day in the park, I said what I was really afraid of, and it just made me more scared.
Although I'm going to stop here, please don't be sad for me. I want you to understand my story, my journey, where and how far I've come. Because the story is far from over, and I think you needed to see this part, because this part has shaped me, so that when I talk to you about what happens next, you will smile along with me too.
*I am in no way suggesting that medication is the necessary treatment for everyone who experiences postpartum depression. I am simply stating that it is a very real medical condition and ignoring it or pretending it is not there will not make it go away.
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