A Tour of Frustration
I have been an absentee blogger for over a month now, so I will break the silence and see if this actually helps. I've been a bit stressed out myself, mostly because I interact with people that are less than 3 years old, don't leave my house nearly ever, and have been worrying about everything and anything while also not sleeping.
The best part of this lame story is that I had my baby on September 5th last month. Joshua Miltos was born at 3:57pm and weighed in at an alarming 9 pounds 15 ounces and 20.75 inches long. He has a mess of dark hair and beautiful baby blue eyes that I am near certain will turn brown like his brother's did. Joshua has been a great baby considering the hell we went through with Joey's colic - but that doesn't mean that it's a cakewalk either. Since I'm mom, it's my job to feed the kid 24/7 and like Joey, Joshua's appetite fits right into the family mold.
So after not sleeping for a long time, you start to get fuzzy. My patience is pulled thin and I find myself generally unhappy. I don't know what postpartum is supposed to be like - I don't feel depressed. I feel frustrated. Every time I try to sit, eat, pee, sleep or generally just not hold a baby when it's the 3 of us at home (me + 2 kiddos) - someone starts to cry or need something. If any of you know me even a little bit - I value my personal space more than anything. And I ain't getting any.
Now I know what all of you are going to say - where's your husband Aliki? He's right next to me going through the same crap. He's working again so he can't help not being around for 10 hours a day. He also didn't have the surgery, so it's not his fault I am sore and hurt from my skin through to my bones. He does more than enough to help me out... but I'm just the parent in demand it seems.
Blah, now that I feel like a shitty parent for blathering here, I'm going to shut up. I don't know if this helps do anything other than make me feel like I'm making everyone feel sorry for me - because that is not what I want. Just disregard this as nothing more than the need to vent.
I keep telling myself this is normal. I also keep telling myself that this is a situation that will not last forever. I keep reminding myself that when I start going into the office rather than working from home - it will get better like it did after I had Joey. I believe all these statements but again, patience is gone at this point. Oh well... I go back to work at the end of the month. We'll see then!
The best part of this lame story is that I had my baby on September 5th last month. Joshua Miltos was born at 3:57pm and weighed in at an alarming 9 pounds 15 ounces and 20.75 inches long. He has a mess of dark hair and beautiful baby blue eyes that I am near certain will turn brown like his brother's did. Joshua has been a great baby considering the hell we went through with Joey's colic - but that doesn't mean that it's a cakewalk either. Since I'm mom, it's my job to feed the kid 24/7 and like Joey, Joshua's appetite fits right into the family mold.
So after not sleeping for a long time, you start to get fuzzy. My patience is pulled thin and I find myself generally unhappy. I don't know what postpartum is supposed to be like - I don't feel depressed. I feel frustrated. Every time I try to sit, eat, pee, sleep or generally just not hold a baby when it's the 3 of us at home (me + 2 kiddos) - someone starts to cry or need something. If any of you know me even a little bit - I value my personal space more than anything. And I ain't getting any.
Now I know what all of you are going to say - where's your husband Aliki? He's right next to me going through the same crap. He's working again so he can't help not being around for 10 hours a day. He also didn't have the surgery, so it's not his fault I am sore and hurt from my skin through to my bones. He does more than enough to help me out... but I'm just the parent in demand it seems.
Blah, now that I feel like a shitty parent for blathering here, I'm going to shut up. I don't know if this helps do anything other than make me feel like I'm making everyone feel sorry for me - because that is not what I want. Just disregard this as nothing more than the need to vent.
I keep telling myself this is normal. I also keep telling myself that this is a situation that will not last forever. I keep reminding myself that when I start going into the office rather than working from home - it will get better like it did after I had Joey. I believe all these statements but again, patience is gone at this point. Oh well... I go back to work at the end of the month. We'll see then!