Transdermal Zoloft Patch, PLEASE!

Every now and then I have a day that sets me back. For no reason I feel less able to cope. My normal little bumps in life make me cry and I feel trapped in some way by my emotions.

To be accurate I can't say "for no reason", the reason is Post Partum Depression. I've been dealing with this since the birth of Little Dog in Feb 06. After being miserable for about 3 months, I finally took the plunge and started taking Zoloft. The difference was amazing. I felt like myself again, I was able to enjoy the boys instead of fearing that my own shortcomings as a mother were going to scar them for life. I no longer cried on a daily basis out of the blue. I felt human again.

Since then I've been taking Zoloft consistently. I've had to up the dose once, and in general have had very positive results. The biggest problem is that I have a bad habit of letting my life get in the way of my health. When things get busy, when I am stressed, when I probably need the Zoloft the most, I forget to take my pills.

I've tried the classic techniques of putting them by the coffee maker, putting them by my toothbrush, carrying them in my purse and for one reason or another it just never works out. In fact, my latest accomplishment is that I have managed to completely lose a whole bottle of my magic pills.

Today I'm fighting a cloud. I need to get to the pharmacy to replace the missing prescription, but things are conspiring against me once again. I swear, the drug companies could make a mint if they would just manufacture a Zoloft transdermal patch. I'd pay extra just to know I wouldn't have days like this because I forgot to take my pill.

I admit failure

So that commitment to post lasted a whole few days. Great work there!

Ug, at least I wasn't posting because I was busy, not because I was over-thinking my writing, if that makes any difference.

Sorry Little Dog, I Can't Help You

At dinner last night, Little dog decided he was done with solid foods and wanted to nurse. I was still eating so I told him he needed to wait. He then turned his attention to his brother, pleading with him to get up, and help him out of the high chair.

Big Dog's response: "I'm sorry Little Dog, I can't help you. I'd like to help you, but I don't have boobs. Mom does."

Little Dog Saves the Day

The newest game in our house involves a preschooler in distress and a helpful younger brother. Big Dog has decided that it is big fun to tip over his wheely bug and declare "My ladybug is RUINED", throw his hands up in the air and flop down on the ground.

Little Dog has decided to alter this game slightly, now when his brother feigns disaster, Little Dog hops up and runs to the rescue. He rights the wheely bug and runs off, like a superhero who needs no thanks.

And Big Dog's response? "What a clever baby!"

Where do they get this stuff?

Striving for 365 Days of Motherhood

Last night on our commute home from daycare, I was thinking about how infrequently I manage to get time to post. I feel like there are a million little things to say, but not enough time to put them into words. When I write I feel compelled to edit, correct, rephrase, edit and so on. It really gets in the way of just getting it out there. So, to combat this compulsion of mine to over think my thoughts, I have set forth a challenge. I am going to post something every day for the next year. Something I have thought about sharing, something I feel or need to let out, something, anything really. But I am going to get on and do it, every.single.day.

Let the games begin.