I'm so glad this week is over. When you're already dealing with PPD the struggles of everyday life are magnified 100…

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.