My name is Rayn. I’m 23 years old (24 this year)! I’ve been happily married for 3 1/2 years, but we’ve been together for 7 years. I have a beautiful 4 year old, a pain in the butt almost 2 year old bulldog, and a handsome 2 month old son.
Postpartum Depression is classified as a mood disorder that can affect women after childbirth. It affects 15% of births or roughly 3 million cases in the U.S. yearly. Postpartum Depression is not to be confused with ‘Baby Blues’ – which is a term used to describe the feeling of worry, unhappiness, and fatigue that many women experience after having a baby. This usually lasts only a week or two and goes away on its own. Postpartum Depression however, can start anytime before or after birth and last for months or even years. Postpartum Depression isn’t caused my something a mother does or doesn’t do, but rather a combination of physical and emotional factors.
My child’s weight isn’t your concern, your business, or have anything to do with you, so stop acting like it does. We see your stares, hear your whispers, and we’re tired of it. It’s time I speak out against it.
There’s many things in life I haven’t figured out yet and grieving is definitely on the top of that list. I experienced my first significant loss in 2014, I was 25. I cried, I begged to have my grandpa back, it was rough. It’s wasn’t completely unexpected though, so I think that made it slightly easier to deal with. My kids were smaller then and didn’t seem to understand. Then in 2017 we were suddenly hit with back to back losses a little over a month apart. I was devastated. Our entire family was grieving the loss of two grandmas and it was so rough. My kids even then didn’t quite understand. There was tears and sadness, laughs, and memories shared. They handled it much better than I did.
I don’t know if it’s just me or other people too, but the older my kids get the more I forget holidays or tend to almost blow my cover as Santa, the Easter Bunny, etc. It’s not on purpose, it just happens. All the nights staying up late to wrap presents, stuff stockings or eggs, the basket building, finding something to do with the damn elf. It’s exhausting. Time gets away from me and another holiday approaches when we just had one like yesterday.
It wouldn’t be right for me to ask mothers and woman to share their stories without sharing mine, right? I’ve tried to write my story over and over. I can’t seem to paint the picture of what it was like or share everything everyone wants to know. But that’s what Sassy Mamaroo is about, right? Sharing my story in the hopes of helping others and inspiring them to share theirs, so here goes….
Before I tell you a little about Sassy Mamaroo and what our goal and vision is, I’d like to tell you a little about myself.
I’m Ky, the creator of Sassy Mamaroo. I am the mother of 2 super crazy nerdy children that are my world. I enjoy hiking, volunteering at the school, writing, reading, and baking. I’m just like everyone else – I struggle with the day to day parenting, everything I know about parenting I learned along the way, and some days I feel like giving up. But just like everyone else, I keep going. I keep pushing, I keep trying, and I keep loving the hell out of my kids.