Thursday, April 12, 2012

Moving On...Hopefully

We are putting our townhome up for sale!
We have lived in our home since a few months after we got married in 2006.  After being blessed with two precious children, we have outgrown our house!  And since it is spring and we have nothing to loose, we are selling.  Hopefully!!  As far as where we are going when it sells, all we know is we are staying in Brentwood.  Or should I say, "moving to the real Brentwood where we are actually in Williamson County."  I love moving.  I think that comes from growing up with a contractor as a dad. He built every house we ever lived in, and I have fond memories of weekly trips to Home Depot to get supplies.
So if you know of anyone that is interested in a 3 bedroom townhome with awesome neighbors, and Starbucks, Publix, Walgreens, Kroger, Las Palmas, and Sweet Cece's all within walking distance...

Send them to Kyle Felts

Crossing our fingers for a quick sale!


Thursday, April 5, 2012

I have a secret...

I am not exactly sure who this blog audience consists of, but I would venture to guess that most people who read this regularly know me personally. Most of you probably know what I am about to tell you, so forgive me if you do. I am telling this because it is cathartic for me.

My family has a pretty strong history of depression. I have never really struggled with depression, and I somewhat prided myself on that. To me depression was something you had control over. As in, "quit being so stinkin' sad and realize how blessed you are." It annoyed me greatly when someone told me they were depressed.
All that changed on July 4, 2010. I woke up that morning with a very strong feeling of apathy. I was totally indifferent to my 5 month old, my husband, my job, everything. It literally happened over night. It was not even scary to me, because I truly didn't care about anything. I didn't even care that I didn't care. I remember just praying to my wonderful Father while I showered that morning. I was praying for Him to take those feelings away, or lack thereof. I knew I had no reason to be apathetic, yet I was. The next few days went by in a fog. I only can recall that I constantly prayed that I would care about my family and feel connected to them. A few days later, I called my OB's office and left a message for the on-call nurse. She must have sensed urgency in my voice, because I had the on-call doc stop me at the nurses' station at work later that day and ask me what was going on. She told me that she had the same feelings after her twins were born years earlier, and that I would feel normal again. She gave me a prescription for Prozac.

Later that day, another doctor that I work with, a male doctor, stopped me and asked me if I was "okay" because I seemed depressed. I was shocked that he noticed. That was a sign that I needed to take the Prozac. Chad was very worried throughout these dark weeks. He didn't understand what I had to be "sad" about, and neither did I.
I got the prescription filled that day.
The pharmacist advised me not to breastfeed while taking Prozac, so I quit taking it after 2 weeks because I was worried what it was doing to my baby. I got a prescription for Effexor and an estrogen patch, both of which are to help depression subside. Neither worked for me, probably because I was once again worried about the effects of the drug on Cohen, so I quit taking the Effexor after a few weeks.
Slowly I came out of the funk and started to feel normal again when Cohen was 10 months.
I was extremely worried I would have this problem again with my second child. I dreaded it. I was so scared that I had felt so un-connected to my family and the world around me and was desperate to avoid it this time.
My doctor gave me a script for Prozac on the day I was discharged from the hospital after having Sutton. I filled it immediately and began taking it the next day. I consulted with the lactation nurses, several OB docs, a few friends, and my friend Katie who is a pharmacist...all who agreed that the benefits far outweigh the risks to Sutton through breastmilk. I have been taking it ever since.
It is typical to wean of the Prozac at 6 months postpartum. So I am starting to do that now, although I am a little apprehensive. Okay, a lot. Maybe totally terrified is more like it. We'll see how it goes.

Hoping for lots of bright days!

Family Pictures

We had Cohen's 2 year and Sutton's 6 month pictures taken last weekend. My fabulous sister-in-law normally  takes our pictures but she is such an amazing photographer that she is always booked with either weddings or family shoots that it's difficult for us to coordinate our schedules. So...our friend and neighbor Tiffany Sharpe took some great pictures. You can find her, or my sister in law Mollie Cochrane on Facebook:)

In all of our family pictures someone was either having a meltdown or closing their eyes:/

This makes me smile!

Daddy and his baby boy!

Daddy and his big boy!
Chad looks super "studly" in this picture!

I am SO glad I am not the type to pay several hundred dollars for pictures of my kids. Why? Because since Cohen has turned 2, the camera-loving, cooperative child has vanished and has been replaced with a tantrum-throwing toddler. Tiffany was a trooper because Cohen did not want to cooperate AT ALL, yet she still got a few smiles.

Sutton is Six Months!

Sutton is now 6 months old. He has mostly outgrown the colic and people often remark on what a happy baby he is. After talking with one of my best girlfriends today, I had to admit to myself that he probably did/does have a dairy sensitivity. He continues to have a period of intense screaming and back-arching for at least 40 minutes every day around 2pm. He also spits up large amounts, some projectile, numerous times per day. But I am thankful that it has improved immensely since he was an infant.
Sleeping on Daddy's shoulder with his favorite thumb and lovie.

His first taste of baby cereal at 6 months

I think he really looks like his Mommy here:)

Such a sweet smile.

Happy, happy Sutton Henry!
He had his six month check up last week and he weighed 16lbs 9oz. That is 2 pounds bigger than Co was at 6 months. He also got 1 shot and he didn't even cry. We still have a few more to get though. I plan to make his baby food like I made Cohens. I had so much fun doing it, and I'm sure it saved me money$. I have some veggies on the stove right now that I am going to freeze for him. Time will tell how long I can keep up the homemade baby food though.

Off to make some sweet potatoes for this little man...