Coming up for air

I'm here, we are all alive and baby C is a thriving chunk of a 12 week old. But the last 12 weeks have not been easy. I literally feel like I'm just now able to come to the surface and take a breath. Post-partum anxiety, colic, reflux, and poor sleep have put us through the ringer. I can honestly say it's been the hardest three months of my life, and of my marriage. 

I do plan on writing soon. About PPD and the struggles of having baby #2. Now that C is starting to have some sort of regular sleep, I'm hoping to get back on my computer. If anyone still reads this that is!