Recently I went to counseling and got put on a mood stabalizer for bipolar because I'm going through PPD and it's making my swings out of control and some explosive anger.. Well, a week after starting my new meds, I get sick.. nothing extreme just normal sniffles, don't wanna get out of bed. Not the Flu, thank God but it felt like it after Day 3. I'm a SAHM so getting sick meant sending my 7 months old (4 months adjusted) to my moms house to keep him from getting it while I get some medicine in me.

My husband works 5 days a week, 6am-3:30pm so I do EVERYTHING around the house, even on weekends. I don't complain because I'm home all the time while he works, SAHM is a job too. Back to being sick, the worst of it hit me on Friday. I seriously couldn't keep my eyes open and didn't feel like eating or drinking anything at all. My house is a mess from being in a rush the day before I started feeling so awful. My husband knew I wasn't feeling good when he came home and I hadn't cleaned up from the day before and dinner wasn't done.. I'm very clean and organized so leaving the house a mess isn't me at all.

I went to the Dr. and got some medicine so I wouldn't stay sick long, we sent my son to my moms house that night. We don't wanna risk him getting sick so my husband tells me to lay down while he packs the baby and gets things ready. He had to ask me where everything was. The baby started crying to eat while he was doing it. He sat down to feed him and was right back to packing. We're sending him for a few days so he needs more than a casual outing, like the diaper bag is packed for. He finished packing and the baby was hungry again and he needed to warm the car up and get everything in it, and still hadn't let the dog out. I didn't because it's cold and wet here and he wouldn't let me go out sick. We take the baby to my mom and head home. He makes me dinner and we go to bed. Sick Day #1 is over.

Sick Day #2, we needed cough drops and Lysol to clean with before baby comes home and a few other grocery things. We head to the store. I'm too tired and zoning out to pay attention so he has to shop and remember what we needed. He pulls the car up after I check us out and has me get in out of the rain while he loads up the car. We get home and he has me go right in and said he would carry everything in. After he puts it all away, he sits down and hugs me really big. He says, I'm so sorry. You do everything around here and I'd be so lost without you. I'm slacking as a dad and husband. I didnt even know what size clothes he's in. He's crying and I feel so bad. He gets up and makes dinner for me and gets my medicines.

The reason I previously mentioned my new bipolar meds is because I think the ppd my dr said I was going through was actually feelings of being unappreciated and having everything on my shoulders. I do mean everything. I wake him up, get him ready, he goes to work, comes home and sleeps til dinners done, eats then back to sleep til tomorrow.

Being sick and laying around a couple days made my husband realize how much I do. He's been helping me more, and asking if I need him more often. My irritability towards him isn't so intense but I chose to stay on my meds because that's actually something I've been needing to do for awhile but didnt want to.. the reason I said it saved my marriage is being underappreciated was making me think about leaving my husband. Him noticing things has definitely made things sooo much better. So much less stressful.. thanking God for a cold.