I'm so glad this week is over. When you're already dealing with PPD the struggles of everyday life are magnified 100 times more, but this week has truly been hell. I honestly don't think I can cry anymore. Between uncontrollable mood swings, a busted pipe in the bathroom that spewed a leak, and

more importantly our baby boy being diagnosed with Torticollis and now needing physical therapy, I feel like my world is coming down. I was told it was a rare condition, but so far I've heard stories from other moms that they know someone whose child had it. Then again it could be a condition similar to what he has.

I'm urging myself to stay positive. I'm doing what I can to stay busy as to not dwell on everything; cuddling with baby boy a little longer, going for walks, cleaning (I tend to do thorough cleaning sprees when I'm anxious) I can't write because I can't focus on that right now, but whatever else I can do that's what I'll do. I'm an emotional wreck and now I can't sleep. I was looking forward to it. It was the one way I could catch a mental/emotional break. The baby will be up soon to nurse, but for now I'll just be going through my accounts seeing what everyone else is up to.