I am absolutely in love with my little girl, but in the evenings I find myself a little depressed maybe? My days are fantastic, and she is a great baby. H does nothing but help me with everything, but in the evenings my mind starts going over and over the fact that my life just fast forwarded 5 weeks all of the sudden, and I am ashamed to admit it makes me really emotional. I know it's only day 4 since she has been here, and a lot of it has to do with me having to stay in the hospital before she arrived, but damn why can't I just accept it and move on?
Ok, do not sweat the way you feel. After I had my daughter, I was a mess every night for weeks. It was total clockwork. 8pm would roll around and I would be inconsolable for 2 hours, finally get a little rest, glass of water and a breather and I would be fine.
I promise you, the farther away you get from delivery, the better you will feel. Your doctor will probably evaluate you 6-weeks PP, and if those feelings are still hanging in, let them know so your doc can treat you accordingly. It's going to be ok! Keep soldiering on, Mama!
Eta: my sadness would center around DD being breech, because she was unable to turn due to my pelvis shape, and also that complications with my subsequent c-section kept me from establishing breast feeding. Seriously stuff that was ok and out of my control. But it just destroyed me for awhile.
Anyway, it's going to get better. Ugly cry if you have to, and don't be upset that you can't "let go". Your body is going nuts right now. You couldn't let go if you tried.
Here's what you do. Next time you see him out of the court room, kinda squint at him a little and say "Are you cool" and when he says "what?" say "are you COOL??" and look at him knowingly.
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Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
dcannie, i'd totally hug you if hugs were your thing. so, i'm giving you whatever the welcome hug equivalent is. i think about you a lot and send you mental luck.
here's my confession: i've been so focused on stress and organizing and feeling like crap and blah that it only just reoccurred to me that i'm going to get a baby out of this whole deal. a little squishy one. with teeny tiny toes and stuff. yay!
Confession: I'm very depressed in my marriage and am exhausted of trying to tell my H what's wrong and he's attentive to what's wrong for a day or two and goes back to being the way he usually is. I have no idea how to tell my H anymore; I've cried, yelled, written, etc.. how I feel and its still not going through.
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
I hereby volunteer to be your reese's cup dumping ground. You're welcome.
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
Post by ilovelamp on Sept 30, 2013 19:47:52 GMT -5
This thread is weird.
Confession/vent: I feel like I can't join in discussions & complain about being tired to my nursing school classmates because they all have kids and I don't. I can still be tired though, right? I'm not comparing my tired to your tired, it's not a contest, BUT IF IT WERE YOU WOULD WIN!