I think I am trapped in a downward spiral. Some days at home with both children are moderately okay. Yesterday was NOT. Today I tried to rally, but by lunchtime things were not going well.
The last two nights Conrad has been up every two hours to nurse. His thrush is gone, but I think I have it now and my boobs hurt. I feel like I am not giving enough time and energy to Dylan, but even when I really, really try, he ends up acting out at me. Today he bit me.
I was thinking today about calling my med nurse, but I don't know what they would do for me. I'm already on 200 mg of Zoloft.
It just seems like we should be enjoying each other as a family, if not on a daily basis, then at least more often than we are. Instead it feels like we are just trying to get from one day to the next. I alternate between feeling bad for Dylan and being driven completely round the bend by him. I feel so relieved to see him go to daycare on the days that he goes, and then I feel guilty for wishing him gone. I used to enjoy spending time with him.
This is scattered and random... I just can't fathom how this will all pan out when I go back to work.
The last two nights Conrad has been up every two hours to nurse. His thrush is gone, but I think I have it now and my boobs hurt. I feel like I am not giving enough time and energy to Dylan, but even when I really, really try, he ends up acting out at me. Today he bit me.
I was thinking today about calling my med nurse, but I don't know what they would do for me. I'm already on 200 mg of Zoloft.
It just seems like we should be enjoying each other as a family, if not on a daily basis, then at least more often than we are. Instead it feels like we are just trying to get from one day to the next. I alternate between feeling bad for Dylan and being driven completely round the bend by him. I feel so relieved to see him go to daycare on the days that he goes, and then I feel guilty for wishing him gone. I used to enjoy spending time with him.
This is scattered and random... I just can't fathom how this will all pan out when I go back to work.















: Whenever DD1 is driving me up the wall with her screaming, I make her take a deep breath. Somehow, by showing her what to do, it helps calm me down. Sounds crazy, and it probably is, but it works even for just a few moments.
) now but she seems to think it was a fascinating experience and tells me "You bit grandma" (you being her) all the time and threatens to bite me a lot, or to bite her dolls/stuffed animals. Thankfully she hasn't bit/threatened to bite the baby yet.


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