My son is now 7 months old. He is the absolute light of my life and a complete joy. He is learning, growing, and it’s a wonder to watch it all first hand.
But today was the worst day, and it’s broken me.
It started off with waking up at 5 AM, screaming his lungs out. DH fed him and tried to get him back down, I had to take over so DH can go to work. It took me 40 minutes of putting him down and picking him back up at the moment he realized that he was being put down.
He would instantly scream and cry. Zero to 60, purple crying, wailing, tears flowing.
Eventually I got him back down and he slept until 7:30. Another 40 minutes to myself.
Since then, it has completely gone down hill. Every attempt to get him to nap has led to +40 minutes of effort and a 10 to 30 minute nap. I was upstairs earlier and tried for 20 minutes and he just completely refused.
Screeching, crying, twisting, turning, and trying to stare at a fucking ceiling fan. We did not install this in the home, it came this way. But I know the previous owners installed it. I was ready to get a ladder and a hammer and just knock it down. LO kept twisting and turning, trying to look at the fan.
At that fucking fan.
I lost it twice. I broke down crying as I held him and finally just put him in the crib as he cried. I walked away, sobbing hysterically in the kitchen. I am so tired, so broken down, so exhausted of trying to do multiple things at once.
I still work full-time. Yes, I still work full-time at an office job that I am doing remotely. I somehow find time to seem like I am working, so even though I am split a million different directions my work doesn’t notice or mind. But to even manage a decent facade, I work from 7 AM to 5 PM from Monday to Friday.
But today was completely shot. If I wasn’t holding LO or at least sitting with him while he played, he would have a meltdown. He wouldn’t sleep, he keeps twisting, fussing, and just crying.
I don’t even want to talk anymore. A lovely side effect of my periods, after giving birth, is that I vomit. That’s right, apparently it happens to a small group of women. Basically, during labor you get hit with a lot of prostaglandin. So much so that you vomit. It’s very common to puke your guts out, especially when the baby is very close.
Well, I never threw up before on my period, but now I do. I am constantly queasy, especially when I am having serious cramps. So due to the nausea, I haven’t eaten since 7 AM. I’ve been up since 5:30 AM and haven’t eaten since 7.
My mom is supposed to be here with me, right now, to help me with all of this. She comes a week every month or two to just give me a hand. She loves her grandson and always says she enjoys her visits.
But my sister is about 9 weeks pregnant and also has HG. She moved back in with my parents so my mom can feed her and wait on her, hand and foot. When I had HG, no one came to visit me. No one brought me food. No one sent me any care packages. My sister didn’t even check in with me.
I still had to work, look after myself, and look after my home (as best as I could).
But my sister has HG, so she took a leave from work (she filed for disability), moved back in, won’t shower, and demanded that my mom not stay here for a week to help me with the baby.
By the way, she can still eat plenty of things. I couldn’t eat anything. I couldn’t drink water so I wound up in the ER with two bags of fluids pumped into me. She is able to eat eggs, sweets (lots of chocolate), cheese, bread, chicken, etc. If you offered any of those to me, but the bread, when I had HG I would have vomited in your face.
But here I am. Alone, even though help was supposed to come. I’m okay with it, I’m just bitter that my sister is being such a giant baby when there is an actual baby here that needs far more attention than her.
What I am upset about is that today just made me feel like I can’t do this. I am not cut out to be a mother. I don’t have 24 hours of wake time, eight arms, and be in two places at once.
You need those things to be a good mom, a good employee, and a good partner. I am none of those things right now, and I just want to have another good hysterical sob.