This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Muse Cat Food. All opinions are 100% mine.
It's funny. Some couples choose to have fur babies in their lives before they think about having human families. The opposite was true for us.
After I gave birth to my first tiny baby, now my little lad, our household was flipped upside down. Months of agonizing colic and then my postpartum depression really put a ton of stress and difficulty on top of our family. There were some days that I couldn't even shower or fathom making anything to eat. I drastically lost weight, stopped communicating with most of the outside world, and retreated into our tiny apartment.
During the midst of my postpartum treatment at the Women and Infants Day Hospital in Providence, Rhode Island, there was a three day weekend. It was Memorial Day weekend, and for someone who is suffering from a mental illness, to know that one needs to not continue with treatment for not just a weekend - but a long weekend - is incredibly scary.
I knew that my routine would be off. I would be missing out on my daily therapy sessions, and was afraid that no one would be monitoring me.
I was afraid I would fail.
But my husband became my hero that weekend, whether he knew it or not. He decided to get our family a cat.