I had post partum depression pretty severely after Steve was born and was incredibly manic for the first 2 weeks of his life. I couldn't sleep, eat or focus on one thing long enough to accomplish a simple task. I finally broke down in the middle of week 2 and went into the emergency room for a mega panic attack. They put me on Xanax and Zoloft and sent me on my way. I took that for about 2 years, maybe a little less, and was kind of a zombie. Functional yes, but still a zombie. After I got off the first time, I noticed that I would cry at the drop of a hat. I would cry if my son did something too adorable for words, if I heard about someone doing something terrible to a child in the news or if I ran out of shampoo. I had gone my entire life being a 'tough' person, so this new found sensitivity was freaking me out, to say the least.
After I had Summer the shit really hit the fan.
Steve went on vacation to Moses Lake for 8 days and I literally couldn't talk to him on the phone without crying. His little voice saying "Mommy I love you too" was just way to much for me emotionally. I don't have cable and I don't read the paper really so I don't know what's happening in the world and when people tell me about parents treating their children poorly or abuse or whatever, I immediately start thinking about my son or daughter in the situation and cry.
If someone else is crying or hurting in some way, I cry.
If someone compliments me, I cry.
My husband bought me flowers and told me how wonderful I was, I cried.
I cannot handle anything because I cry.
Which leads me to this story:
I had both the kiddies in the bank and we were waiting in line.
I had Summer in the car seat carrier and Steve was standing next to me. The banker called us up and we headed over, but there was a gentleman with a cane that was walking away from the same banker that called us over. He stopped in front of me and said, "Wow, what great children you have! It looks like your doing such a wonderful job. The love your giving these kids is amazing. I can tell you love them so much and I am just so proud of the excellent way your taking care of these babes. Good job, I'm just so proud."
I just looked at him, I couldn't respond because as soon as he said 'what great children you have', I started sobbing uncontrollably.
Seriously.
All I could manage was, "Thank you so much! I didn't know I was going to be crying at the bank today!"
While he continued to sing my praises and talk to Steve I literally couldn't get it together. I was so shell-shocked at his kindness and just the randomness of the situation, I couldn't focus and I certainly couldn't do any transactions that needed doing with the agitated banker. I finally had to just say "Well, thank you I really appreciate your kind words." and turn away from the man.
It was just to much for me because I'm a baby now and I cry at everything.
When I finally was able to make it out to the car I thought to myself, the universe gives you whatever you need and I guess I needed to feel appreciated for being a Mom...then I started crying more. 
These 2 kids have turned me into a blubbering baby.
Cheers.
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