I know it all has to do with hormones, but that doesn’t make it any better. Our son is only 11 days old and already I am feeling stir crazy. I hated taking Baby K to the lab last week for them to take blood, but at least I was getting out of the house for a couple of hours. Now, I am stuck at home.

My mom was here for several days helping take care of the baby. She would get up in the middle of the night and do one of the feedings so I could get a little sleep. Now she is gone. Joe is getting up and doing the morning feeding. I am still sleep deprived. I hear that lasts for at least the first six months.

I always thought I was so strong. I didn’t realize how much I really needed my family and friends. My sisters have been wonderful. Calling me to make sure I am OK. My friend Katherine called last week during the time when Baby K was jaundice and not eating. She must have heard the panic in my voice so she decided to come by the next day so I could get some sleep. I didn’t end up sleeping because it was baby’s feeding time. Katherine was here as I tried and fought with him to eat. I was in tears by the time she left.

But God is good. With the support of friends and family and a good pediatrician, I now believe we are on our way. To what I don’t know but I am sure the path will be exciting.