Worn out...

Yesterday was a bad day...lessee, I found out I have a bladder infection, my back is starting to hurt, blah, blah, blah. I started having those familiar postpartum depression/anxiety feelings and they scared me. The sleep deprivation (I can't fall asleep or take a nap) caught up to me and I started to cry at everything. I've thought about solutions. I obssessed about the solutions (meds) but I'm still undecided. I've basically come to the conclusion that I don't trust the medical industry re medication at all and what they tell you today could change on a dime as soon as the next study. I feel like medications and breastfeeding don't mix. I don't want to take something that will affect lil' D unless I really have to or he goes on formula. Writing this down, I do see that this is not a life or death situation but really just something to consider in taking care of myself (something I'm not always good at). So I'm praying extra hard these last 24 hours for God to reveal to me His never ending love and compassion and for a specific plan. He's been here at my side but sometimes I forget that He's there.