Ah, no matter where you go, it’s always good to be home! Even the best vacation has a point at which your own space, your own stuff, your own bed, just cannot be beat. I’m glad to be home, but so very glad I got to spend some time visiting my daughter Megan, her husband, and my two grandsons.
My newest grandbaby is two months old, and he’s a real charmer! Megan’s older son (I’ve talked about him on this blog before, here, for example) is still my little buddy, and always in a good mood. My 21-year-old son, Joel, lives with Megan, so I get to visit with him while I’m there, and that really rounds out visits to Arkansas!
A big snowstorm came right after I arrived at their house — it was quite a show! On the way there I had time to get a picture of a wonderful day moon. After that came a blanket of snow.
My son-in-law’s lonely looking bike in the backyard during the snowfall
Some green grass growing by the fence row that had been enjoying the Spring weather and now is sitting there as if thinking, “What the…..???!!!”
The above-ground pool — not enticing for a swim at this moment!
On the day I left to come home, I had been out earlier with my grandson, both of us with no outerwear because the weather had turned warm and we bought some ice cream from the ice cream truck! Talk about a fast change in weather!
On a totally unrelated note, during the visit, although I loved being there and had a great time, a few unsettling things had me worried.
Something that hits close to home for a lot of mothers is now heavy on my mind. Megan is now going through what is termed postpartum depression. She suffered from this when she had her first child, so she hasn’t been very surprised that it’s hit her after her second one, but she is having a struggle getting on top of it. I feel bad for her and worry about her, even though she is certain this will pass.
We’re not talking about murderous psychosis here, but just general postpartum depression. That’s bad enough, I know. But Megan is just not herself, and it hurts a mom terribly to see her daughter going through this.
There is not much I can say that is of any help to her. I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after my second child came along, but I tend to think that my depression at that time was more situational than hormonal. A lot of time has passed since then as well, and details about it aren’t as fresh any more.
Do any of you mothers who have had postpartum depression remember what it was like going through this kind of thing? What did you do that helped? I would really appreciate any helpful hints, and would certainly pass them on to Megan!
On a lighter note, there is another baby in the family that I haven’t posted about for a while, and that is Becca’s Precious Baby — and wow, is she growing!
Precious Baby is now is now two-and-a-half months old, and has developed quite the personality — Frank and I can’t wait to get to Texas at the end of March for Easter and get our hands on her! I’ll be trying to take some pictures of her and Daniel’s Angel Baby (among others) to bring back home with me!
So much to talk about, so little time — rest is the next thing on my list of things to do for now, but lots is going on and I’m looking forward to posting again. Until then, have a great day!