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Dear Mommy,

Things feel different since you brought home the new baby.

You told me things would change and they have, but you’ve also changed.

You’re sad and you cry a lot.

You sometimes snap at me, and I’m unsure what I’ve done wrong.

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Other days, I ask you to come and play with me and you say you can’t, that you’re too busy. But then, I just see you sitting there on your phone or staring at the wall like you’re deep in thought. 

You apologize a lot and say, “Mommy’s not feeling very well right now.”

Daddy says you have something called postpartum depression, and I don’t know what it means but he says it makes you really sad.

Mommy, why are you sad?

Don’t you know how much I love you? Do you still love me and the new baby? 

You brought this new baby home, can’t you see how much we both need you?

Mommy, you always tell me how much God loves me and how He can help us with anything.

Can God make you feel better? Can God make you happy? 

I hope you feel better soon, Mommy, so we can play and laugh like we used to. I miss your smile and your laugh, but I’ll be patient as Daddy tells me to be.

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I’ll wait for God to take away your sadness. I’ll wait for you to be happy again.

Just remember, I love you and we need you.  

And God loves you, too. 

Love,
Your sweet child

Courtney Devich

I am a mom of two little ones (God blessed me with one of each) and a former HR leader turned stay-at-home mom. I write with a heart for the mom struggling with mental illness, but I write about all things motherhood, faith, and marriage. You can usually find me in the Starbucks line at my local Target, watching "Fixer Upper," or chasing after a toddler (or two) in my home in Michigan.

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