I have a wonderful daughter, a wonderful husband and an unfortunate set of genes. I come from a family that suffers from postpartum depression, and I'm tracking my journey out of the darkness.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Morning with my family
A little before 7 this morning, I heard M coughing in her crib. She'd cough and exhale a wimper. I got her bottle, gathered her in my arms and brought her to our bed. She always manages to maneuver her way around until she's perpendicular to us instead of parallel, like our family makes a big letter H. This morning I listened to the rain fall and M suck on her bottle in the grey light filtered by clouds and curtains. M put her hands on my shoulder and open and closed her palm. Open and closed, open and closed, open and closed, scratching my skin with her short fingernails. Peace.