Life sure has changed in the Dupuy house since our little angel arrived. I'm not going to lie, at first it was really hard. I had a little post partum depression and it really freaked me out. They warned me at the hospital not to be surprised if I started crying out of the blue. I thought that was strange... but wow it happened to me. I was a mess. Crying, worrying about not being a good mom, worrying about Mason if he was okay, worrying about how I was going to get everything done, and feeling so guilty that I had this little miracle that I had been praying for and here I was so sad, with this ache in my heart that I couldn't get rid of. It was HORRIBLE. I heard about post partum depression, but I just never in a million years thought it would happen to me.... and now i have compassion for those who face depression, because it is real, and it is scary, and you feel totally alone, like you are in a hole you keep trying to get out of, and you can't. After going to my two week check up, the doctor told me that what I was going through was completely normal, and not to feel crazy. She said it is a combination of hormones, lack of sleep, and just the change of lifestyle. I seriously was so scared that I wasn't going to feel normal again, and I felt really alone. I kept praying to God to help me be myself again... and finally one day I was familiar to myself. My mom was such a huge blessing to me, she stayed over with me to help me, and she held me while I cried, reassured me that it would get better and prayed for me. It feels so good to be back to myself, and now I can fully enjoy my little Mason........ who by the way is the cutest baby I have ever seen. He is very sweet, and I can't believe how much he has already grown. He is already 10 lbs. I kiss him so much that I make him mad... but I can't help it. Cory gets home from work and there is a magnetic force from him to Mason as soon as he walks in the door, he goes straight to his baby boy and loves on him. I really can't imagine not having Mason, and I thank God for him. At night my prayers begin for him, and when I wake almost always by his little cries my heart yearns to comfort him. I love taking care of my baby. I massage his little body after baths which he loves, I sing to him silly little songs, usually ones I make up myself. This mom needs to polish up on nursery rhymes. So thankfully I am feeling better and better able to enjoy my little monkey butt, yeah I call him that along with my love, Masonater, chubber lover, and sweetie pie.....Oh he is sooooooo precious and dear!
