Monkey Minute

This week’s Monday Minute is being renamed “Monkey Minute” in honor of that adorable little monkey in the picture.  She is the daughter of another blogger, and last week at just 16 months old she was diagnosed with cancer.  You can click on her picture, to be taken to her Momma’s blog.  Please visit her, follow her, and find it in your heart to pray for their family!

Ian tailored this weeks questions specifically for Monkey Minute, so here we go:

1.  How old do you act?

I really can’t put a number on it.  A not so wise man once told me “You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever.”  I’m not saying I’m immature, but I definitely spend my fair share of time joking around and acting redonkulous.  If you don’t believe me, ask my boss about the time I jumped out of the blanket warmer at him, and quite possibly made him pee his pants a little.

2.  As far back as you can remember, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I have actually wanted to be a nurse since I was in preschool!  I even have proof.  When my Mom and I were making a display for my high school graduation open house, we found an “All About Me” book from preschool.  One of the questions was “When I grow up I want to be a  _____ .”  As neatly as a 4 year old can write, I had printed “Nurse.”

3.  If you were to write a book based on your life, what would the title be?

“This isn’t what I expected.”

4.  What's something that you do that's considered "childish" by most?

I didn’t know how to answer this one, so I asked my husband.  His answer was “you make fun of me, and that’s childish.”  Dually noted.

5.  The last question isn't a question.  Write a story about a time when you or someone you know overcame great adversity.

Wow, hard question Ian!  For lack of a better answer I will use a story about myself, but I don’t know that I consider it “overcoming great adversity.”

After Alivia was born, I was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression.  My OB was a male, and a total douche bag.  He gave me a 30 day prescription for (I think) Paxil, and said when it was gone if I didn’t feel better to call the psychiatric hospital.  I am not even kidding.  Well, when it was gone I didn’t feel better, but I wasn’t about to call 1-800-CRAZY either, so I did nothing.  To make a long story short, my PPD went untreated until my second daughter was born.  That’s 21 months, but who’s counting?

I had switched doctors when I was pregnant with Lainey, and with lots of encouragement and support from my new doctor (and my husband!) I started medication, and started attending a support group.  The support group and the lessons I learned by going through this situation were truly invaluable.

Last Saturday I even did the “Out Came the Sun” run, which was to raise support and awareness for women suffering from postpartum depression.  I honestly did not want to do the run…it was cold, rainy, and I had only ever done one other 5K before.  I did it though, and am so glad I did.  I was so proud of myself, not just for running, but for everything I had overcome and for my 2 beautiful daughters waiting at the finish line!

          (Yes, that’s right, I’m rockin’ another visor!)

I hope you enjoyed this weeks “Monkey Minute.”  Please feel free to play along, and click over to Ian’s blog to link up.  Don’t forget to visit Momma’s Pixie Dreams where you can give Monkey and her family lots of love and support!