I just need to type it all out somewhere anonymous. I don’t want advice. There’s way too much advice. Some days are just hard, is all.
I’m very lucky to have a beautiful, healthy bub, and to have had no difficulty conceiving, I know that.
But we’re 2 1/2 months in and I’ve never had more than 7 hours total sleep in a day. We’ve crept up from an average of 4 to an average of 5-6, so that’s something.
It just feels like no part of this introduction to parenthood has gone smoothly. It hasn’t gone awfully, I’m really very lucky there too. But it hasn’t been the exciting happy time I’d imagined. I didn’t get hyperemesis, but morning sickness was still awful. Terrible nausea, food aversions to everything such that I was sipping on powerade and nothing else. I felt awful, and lost 5kg.
Then there was some calm pregnant time… until the discovery that baby wasn’t growing properly. Talk of “if we have to take her out before 32 weeks”. Two ctgs a week, a growth scan every fortnight. The stress of constantly being asked about movements from midwives, obstetricians… when I could always go hours without feeling any movements at all. But we made it to full term.
I’d hoped for a natural birth in a birthing centre. I ended up induced at hospital, with a balloon catheter that failed, then gel that worked too quickly. I reached the pushing phase with only my partner for support and being repeatedly told by the midwives that I wasn’t actually in labour, leaving me feeling pretty desperate and wondering how I could possibly handle the pain getting any worse if this wasn’t actual labour. Then the pushing phase just didn’t work, I was already so exhausted, I kept being told to push harder or for longer but I couldn’t. 3 hours no luck, meconium in the waters, constantly being told “we can see the head” only for it to disappear, then fetal heart rate showing signs of distress, culminating in ventouse and 3rd degree tear all with no pain relief.
[name_u]Baby[/name_u] wouldn’t latch or feed properly. Due to her small birth weight this was an extra worry. It took 6 weeks of a 3-hourly cycle of struggling to wake her for feeds, trying her at the breast, cup feeding, pumping, sterilising, recording how much she’d drunk, how much I’d expressed, trying tube feeding at the breast and nipple shields as well, trying to fall asleep fast enough to get 1.5 hrs sleep between feeds, being anxious about the next weigh in, struggling to boost my supply when it got to a point I could only pump 20-40 mls.
Then the reflux started, and the clingy stage. She only sleeps on me during the day. Needs to be suckled to sleep. Doesn’t bring up wind easily, often does the most awful pained cry, or whimper. Wakes up and vomits within 10 mins of going down. Our pet cat died of an asthma attack because she hid when she was having trouble breathing and I was stuck inside holding a screaming baby while my partner was at work, knowing that our beloved cat was dying somewhere and that if only I could find her I could save her life. But the baby wouldn’t stop screaming, and I looked under the house and everywhere I could but I couldn’t find her. Then our pet chooks got sick with red mite. I hadn’t been as attentive as usual, we’ve been so busy with the stressful pregnancy and new baby. I didn’t see the mites. We’ve tried to treat it but they don’t look well at all. I want to spray the coop again today but I’m stuck here with the baby and I think one of my chooks is out there dying. But the baby’s so refluxy today. It’s a constant cycle of screaming, vomiting, dozing on me, pooping, screaming. I won’t be able to put her down or in a bouncer for 10 mins let alone long enough to clean out an re-treat the coop.
I want to chill with a cup of coffee but I’m trying to give up dairy and caffeine to help with her screaming and reflux. I want a glass of wine but I’m breastfeeding. I want a nap but she won’t let me sit or lie in any position where I can do so. Hell, getting enough water would be good. The house is a tip and the washing needs hanging out. I can’t bear the grief of losing another pet. I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t know it would be THIS hard, y’know?