Hi, friends. Kaeli here about nine months postpartum. If you haven’t read about my psychotic episode, please feel free to do so in my post “In the Darkness, God will keep me.” This space here is to shed some light on postpartum depression. Or what I’d call the very ugly, unwanted guest. I was home…
As many of you hopping on here might not be my FB friends, I should start with some background. Postpartum psychosis background. Something I never thought would happen to me and my family, but did. A most unique and somewhat life altering event. In December of 2022, our fourth child, our daughter, was born. She…
Finding out we were expecting a fourth (another girl to boot) was just the best of the best. It was a mountaintop feeling; a rush of excitement for me to think about adding to our family and rounding out our “team” with two girls/two boys. I was ready to dig out the girl stuff again…
Our third was a surprise in the gender department. We, actually just me really because Dan said he didn’t care, decided to wait on finding out what this tie breaker baby would be: team girl or team boy. It was April 2018 when I found out I was pregnant. January of that year I had…
“It’s a boy. He’s waving hi on the screen…see that, Mom and Dad?” A boy? The ultrasound tech at 20 weeks had delivered news that made me smile so big and made my heart skip a little bit inside my chest. I was a little scared to think about raising a boy. Girls were familiar….
It’s been on my heart lately to get some words on a page regarding the birth of our three children. We went from one to three kids in a flash. By the time our youngest was born, we had a 3 1/2 year old daughter and a just over 2 year old son, and it…
I have a 4 year old boy. He’s a passionate, caring, strong willed, emotion filled little guy. I won’t lie to you that he pushes me to my limits at times (he’s not alone. The rest of them do too.) It’s just that he has a capacity to become very, very upset in a very,…
Friends, it’s hard these days to stay focused. Isn’t it? I mean, I remember when I used to be able to read a book in one sitting, cover to cover in one “vacation style” day. Now, it’s like I have the attention span of a butterfly! It might be in part due to the fact…
Berry season always has a way of reminding me how truly sinful I am. For those of you who are scratching your heads a bit, allow me to explain. This time of year is dawn until dusk, our crunch time, the “six week marathon” if you will. In all actuality it ends up being a June through August sort of race, full of many an emotion and many a lesson. My husband (along with so many other tremendous ones actually working the harvest) is the star of our family’s show. He’s got a gold medal in my book and I am so proud of all that he gives physically and emotionally to the tasks in his care.
Our eyes are such crucial organs. As children, they are the windows to the world around us, one that is soaked in deeply, the facets of which are new and exciting, much like watching a parade for the first time. When I was pregnant with my youngest, I had some vision changes, which coupled with…
