Familia Cedeño

I absolutely LOVE living in Daybreak. Since the very first Sunday that we went to our new ward and met a family called the Broadbent family, we have felt so at home and we consider ourselves very lucky to be here. The first few nights and mornings I would wake up and think...is this really my house? It felt so good I had to remind myself that the brand new, beautiful, large home that I was living in was actually mine. As I promised, here are photos of our new home: I am very grateful and I am happy to say that after very, very, very hard times come the very, very, very good times. 

We had another great day together as a family here in the beautiful community of Daybreak. The weather makes us want to go outside and play a lot. We are grateful for Roberto's flexible work schedule and his availability to take us out and spend time with us. I feel like we are starting from the beginning again. I was telling my mom this afternoon, that instead of feeling like I should be celebrating Abram's first birthday, it feels like it has been two or more years that have past, because of all of the illness, both physical and mental that I have experienced in the past year. Honestly, though, going through all of the pain and suffering and testing and trial of our love and relationship, has made it mean that much more to us and has given me a more firm testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ and of my eternal marriage and partnership with Roberto, the love of my life. I am so grateful for modern medicine, for psychiatrists and for technology. I want to take a min...

Hey there ... So, I am still going to the library to write because we have no internet in the house. I think I can finally understand to some degree what I have experienced in the past twelve months. Since the birth of my son, I have experienced depression, anxiety and then mania and lots more of anxiety in the extreme of every emotion I have encountered, which is why I was labeled bipolar in the mental hospital. I still don't know if that is the exact term that I would use for what I have gone through. Considering my son is still a little baby who has two months left until his first birthday, I think what I have gone through is called Postpartum Psychosis. I just watched a documentary on YouTube about this, this morning, and I am pretty sure that I can say this is the label. Women who have extreme thoughts of killing themselves or their baby after the birth of the baby. I really didn't think of killing myself but I was doing things that were putting myself into...