Postpartum Lullaby

Another Christmas passed. My daughter finally arrived a couple weeks ago, and with her birth, we decided that our quiver is indeed filled. A son and a daughter within these two years. We are blessed indeed.

I was in the hospital room by myself, recovering from my caesarian section, when I woke up to my iPhone's US Christian radio announcement of yet another shooting and this time the victims were children. Soon after, the radio played Mercy Me's Joseph Lullaby. Great.

Highly charged with maternal hormones, current world events (especially the Newtown elementary school shooting) and Joseph Lullaby, my postpartum depression realizes itself as I become weepy. If I were still in theater and to be cast as a mother, I believe I can make a more believable mom on stage than before. I can feel the pain of those Newtown parents who lost their children. And as I enjoyed my son, Taylor's adorable antics and my little Skye's constant smiles and newborn fragility, how I wish I can upload my brain to Youtube, so anytime I want to reminisce, it's just a click away. And the Joseph Lullaby's lyric can't help but make me think how short these precious times are.



Merry Christmas my precious ones. Mommy love you very much...