I thought I’d do another meet the maker today. hi new followers! 🙋♀️) and you should know just who you are watching make pretty things .
My name is Audry Royce, I have 3 beautiful kiddos and a handsome husband of 10 years. I started embroidery as something to do during nap times. Then used it as a way to focus myself when I had a panic attack. Almost 5 years ago, I have my first “episode” I thought I was dying. Heart racing, body sweating, the inability to sit still or focus on anything. Dry heaving and absolutely no appetite. It was awful. I was drained and completely defeated. There is so much to open up in “the first episode box” but suffice it to say with the constant help of my husband and parents, I learned coping mechanisms and moved forward, (feeling a little war-torn but alive) Then we became pregnant with our 3rd. Such a wonderful pregnancy (I mean, I was sick as a dog but so happy to be living again) Soon baby boy Nigel was born. He had fluid in his lungs and was rushed to the niccu. I was peaceful at the hospital, even when I couldn’t hold my baby because he was covered in tubes and wires, I had peace. That eternal peace only given through Christ. He was standing with us and I knew my baby was going to be ok. The morning after Nigel came home. I woke up. And I knew exactly what was happening. My body started to shiver, heat up, my heart began to pound. My stomach twist and lurch. “God no, please God no.” I whispered. And so each day began 2 weeks at a time. With a few weeks in between to feel semi-normal. For 3 months. I was in constant contact with my doctor. Trying to figure out what was going on. Then finally a deer friend sat next to me while holding this sweet newborn that id hardly been able to fully enjoy. She said “Audry, do you know what this is Post Partum Anxiety.” (It should be known that this friend didn’t just do a WebMed check. She is a licensed person qualified to diagnose.) I had never heard of it. Ever. And now I feel like the poster child 🤷♀️. I’ve come a long way from that season. But I still struggle. God is faithful, my husband is strong, and I am ok. I am a woman of God. Embattled and imperfect, but standing. Romans 5:3