Lauren&Hyrum

Hi.  I am Lauren, and I have postpartum depression. Wait!  Before you make that face (you know the one with the big dinner-plate puppy eyes and worried sad-mouth)  I'm doing very well. [Drumming my fingers on the key board] c;osdldnlwfgnuiehovnaeoivo...  Where do I begin? How about this:  I know that I have postpartum depression, because one night when Russell was crying and wouldn't stop, and it was hours until morning and it had been hours since I'd slept and weeks since I'd slept more than 3 hours at a time, I lifted him to shake him. That's how I know. It had also been at least a week since I'd slept in my bed at all because Russ wouldn't sleep unless I was holding him so I was sleeping in our Lazyboy.  My neck was all messed up from waking up on my own shoulder, so when I lifted to shake him and simultaneously flipped my hair out of my eyes,  something happened in my neck that felt like I had been electrocuted and paralyzed.  ...