Baby Blues

Kelli's fighting post-partum depression this week. She had a very mild case, or the "baby blues," after Savannah. Around 9pm every evening, she would be hit with a sudden crying fit. After about 90 minutes, it was gone. This time is different. She is very emotional whenever she's awake, and she knows it's for no reason. Still, she can't control it.

The only thing that makes her feel better is my presence which, let's face it, is true of most women. I've had to let myself go a bit physically just to stem the tide of women attacking me on the streets demanding to carry my child. Being a bona fide sex god is a burden, but I promise to use my power for good and never for evil.

Kelli's depression set in on Wednesday along with nausea and a lack of appetite. New friendship level alert: these symptoms coincided with Kelli beginning to actually breastfeed Cooper, as opposed to pumping. We took Cooper in for a check of his biliruben levels (dropping, yea!), and Dr. Stone suggested that Kelli might have to cut back or even eliminate breastfeeding. We then went to an appointment with Dr. Sharp, whose suggestions were similar.

Tonight, she told me that she had decided to quit breastfeeding and pumping altogether. She cried when she told me. I hate this for her, because she was so excited about how well she and Coop were bonding through the feedings. I hope and pray that she will be able to resume when she regains her strength.