99| Postpartum Depression

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Madison's POV

The last few days have been crazy. I had to stay at Mikey's house while the room for the baby was being finished at my apartment.

Freddie is honestly the angel baby. He doesn't cry and he rarely ever gives me trouble. He is so gorgeous.

Everyone has been by to see him and even Colby too.

"Mama, Freddie's up." Noah taps the door.

He's been calling me mama the last few days. I'm guessing because, I am one.

"Alright." I get up and go to Freddie's nursery where he is smiling up at me already.

"He wasn't smiling at anyone else, so I figured he wanted you." Noah reasons. I nod and pick Freddie up out of his bassinet.

I start to baby talk to Freddie while he is stirring around in my arms. I think today may be a fussy one.

"Want me to warm up a bottle mama?" Noah asks with his hand on Freddie's little hairs.

"Yeah, we'll see if we can get him back down." I say as I sit down in the rocking chair, next to his bassinet.

His noise machine is on and Noah hands me his bottle. He is already wrapped up for bed and so, I start giving him his bottle.

About 5 minutes later, he falls back asleep. I but him back in his bassinet and leave the room.

"Thank you for being me his bottle." I tell Noah as I get away from Freddie's room, careful not to wake him.

"No problem." He smiles and we walk into the kitchen.

"For someone who just gave birth, you look great." Mikey says.

"You don't even try to either. You just roll out of bed in them spandex and large shirts. You literally just out your hair up and go. Not to mention you pushed a baby out a few days ago and you are working out to loose the baby weight. Man props to you." Bryce smiles at me.

"Thank  you guys. It means a lot to know you support me." I smile at them and sit at the counter. I lay my head down on the cold countertop and close my eyes.

"Is something wrong mama?" Noah asks, putting his hand on my back.

"No, everything is fine. I have my baby, and I'm with you guys." I smile at him.

I've been having stomach problems the past few day but it's probably just post labor stuff.

Noah stays here during the day and at nights most time too. He helps with Freddie and surprisingly Freddie really likes him.

"Okay, do you need anything? Or want anything?" He asks concerned. I shake my head 'no' and give him a small smile.

"When do you plan on working out today sis?" Mikey asks from the fridge. I shake my head.

"I don't really want to today." I tell him, honestly. I really don't feel like it.

"Are you sure?" He asks concerned. Why are they all so concerned.

"Yeah, do I need to?" I look down at my stomach. It was getting smaller since I had Freddie.

" No I was just wondering." He smiles at me. He goes back to what he was doing and I lay my head back down.

Occasionally looking at the baby monitor to see if he's alright.

"Hey Madison, can we go talk?" Noah asks. I raise up and nod. He leads me to my room away from the others.

"What is it?" I ask slightly confused.

"The doctors told us about something called postpartum depression and that lots of women experience it. He wanted us to look for signs and symptoms and you've already fit quite a few. I just wanted to make sure that you are okay and not just telling us that because you don't want to say how you feel." He looks down at me.

I'm honestly kind of shocked. i don't really know what to say. I'm not experiencing postpartum depression, am I? I don't think I am.

"Well if I feel sad, i'll tell you." I shrug. He shakes his head.

"See but there is something bothering you and you aren't saying it." He says softly.

"I didn't want for Freddie to live in a divided house. I wanted his life to be at least semi normal but now he doesn't even get that. I just feel bad for what Colby and I did to him. It's like we dammed him before he got here." I shrug.

He rubs my back, slowly.

"It's okay, you are a great mother and have the support of all of us. Even though he has two houses, you will be his home. His light. His everything. You wanna know why?" He looks down at me.

His eyes boring into mine. He is very serious.

"Because you are his mother. You carried him for 9 months and will take care of him until he can do it himself." He says in almost a whisper.

"Thank you Noah." I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his big arms around my waist.

I check the baby's monitor and see Freddie stir.

"Well lets go see him." Noah grins and we jog into Freddie's room to see him moving around.

He sees me and immediately smiles.

"My boy." I pick him up and shower him in kisses and he giggles. Aw that sound. I smile every time.

My phone rings.

"Noah grab my phone, it's in my back pocket." I tell him as we're both cooking at the baby. Noah reaches in my pocket and grabs my phone and answers it.

"Hello?" He says. He looks at me and mouths 'Colby.'

"Put it on speaker." I tell him and he does. "Hey Colby, what do you need?"

"Well I was calling to check on you and maybe see if I could have Freddie this weekend?" He asks nicely.

"If you have a nice place for him to stay in and promise to follow his routine, then yes you can keep him from friday to monday morning." I agree with Colby.

"Alright, send me his schedule and yes we already have a bursary for him." Colby chuckles.

"Alright, we'll send you his schedule. Bye dude." Noah tells Colby and hangs up.

"Come on, lets go downstairs with him."

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11/17/20

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