I didn't know where else to put this.
My DD is almost 8 months. Time flies so fast. Her 1st Bday will be here before I know it. I still have nightmares--when I finally get to sleep while lying in the darkness reflecting on her birth. I still have about 15 flashbacks throughout the day. I have triggers that send me. Thinking about her birth day--the worst day of my life--is something I don't think I can handle.
To date, I feel like taking off work June 7th (the day I got the awful news of "needing" CS) and June 8th...the day of my birth rape. To date, I want to send my DD to my gramma's for those 2 days and hide in my house--drinking and popping pills to cope with the anniversary. But, it's my DD's birthday. She's too young to understand...but still. I just don't think I'll be able to socially handle those 2 days...or even be a mother those 2 days. Even on my "trigger" days...I can't be a mother. June 7/8 will be horrible for me.
My gramma gives me 10 shades of grief over it. She tells me, "just get over it....". I was SCREAMING at her to STOP STOP STOP (as I'm shaking and the "flight response" is taking over) talking about my birth and to stop telling me to get over it. She doesn't get it. Not many people do. I tell her, "My DD's birthday will be like celebrating a gang rape. Do. you. get. that.????? That's what the freaking doctors did to me...." Again, she tells me to get over it. She constantly brings it up, all the while knowing it bothers me. The other night, we sat down in the living room with hot soup and a sandwhich. The TV was in the background and a "special" came on about STL mom's. They immediately started talking about pregnancy/PPD, etc. I flipped out and said "I can't watch this!" I jumped up so quick to grab the remote, I spilled the hot soup all over me and the floor. Did it stop me? No...I ran for the remote to change the channel (that's what started the "STOP STOP STOP" night).
I can't watch anything with babies/preggo's. I can't go to the doctor...still haven't been to the doctor since CS. (Yes, I'm in therapy) I can't even watch commercials for any kind of birth control or anything--I have to change the channel. The thought of DD's birthday depresses me. I love my baby and anyone can see that I do. I don't regret HER for one minute...but I just can't get past what happened to me. People tell me, "Maybe she would have died if the heroic (exagerating) doctors wouldn't have done a CS...." "Maybe this would have happened....maybe that would have happened." I don't care. What DID happen has screwed me up pretty bad. I'm glad my DD is here--healthy, safe, beautiful, perfect--but I just want to forget the day she was born. I just want to wipe my memory of that entire week--all the days leading up to the birth rape. I just want to forget
How do other mama's in a similar position to mine handle birthdays? Does it get easier? (I know it must sound awful for me not to want to see my DD on her birthday but trust me, it will be much better for her if I'm not around that day or the day before. It will be a very self destructive couple of days).
My DD is almost 8 months. Time flies so fast. Her 1st Bday will be here before I know it. I still have nightmares--when I finally get to sleep while lying in the darkness reflecting on her birth. I still have about 15 flashbacks throughout the day. I have triggers that send me. Thinking about her birth day--the worst day of my life--is something I don't think I can handle.
To date, I feel like taking off work June 7th (the day I got the awful news of "needing" CS) and June 8th...the day of my birth rape. To date, I want to send my DD to my gramma's for those 2 days and hide in my house--drinking and popping pills to cope with the anniversary. But, it's my DD's birthday. She's too young to understand...but still. I just don't think I'll be able to socially handle those 2 days...or even be a mother those 2 days. Even on my "trigger" days...I can't be a mother. June 7/8 will be horrible for me.
My gramma gives me 10 shades of grief over it. She tells me, "just get over it....". I was SCREAMING at her to STOP STOP STOP (as I'm shaking and the "flight response" is taking over) talking about my birth and to stop telling me to get over it. She doesn't get it. Not many people do. I tell her, "My DD's birthday will be like celebrating a gang rape. Do. you. get. that.????? That's what the freaking doctors did to me...." Again, she tells me to get over it. She constantly brings it up, all the while knowing it bothers me. The other night, we sat down in the living room with hot soup and a sandwhich. The TV was in the background and a "special" came on about STL mom's. They immediately started talking about pregnancy/PPD, etc. I flipped out and said "I can't watch this!" I jumped up so quick to grab the remote, I spilled the hot soup all over me and the floor. Did it stop me? No...I ran for the remote to change the channel (that's what started the "STOP STOP STOP" night).
I can't watch anything with babies/preggo's. I can't go to the doctor...still haven't been to the doctor since CS. (Yes, I'm in therapy) I can't even watch commercials for any kind of birth control or anything--I have to change the channel. The thought of DD's birthday depresses me. I love my baby and anyone can see that I do. I don't regret HER for one minute...but I just can't get past what happened to me. People tell me, "Maybe she would have died if the heroic (exagerating) doctors wouldn't have done a CS...." "Maybe this would have happened....maybe that would have happened." I don't care. What DID happen has screwed me up pretty bad. I'm glad my DD is here--healthy, safe, beautiful, perfect--but I just want to forget the day she was born. I just want to wipe my memory of that entire week--all the days leading up to the birth rape. I just want to forget

How do other mama's in a similar position to mine handle birthdays? Does it get easier? (I know it must sound awful for me not to want to see my DD on her birthday but trust me, it will be much better for her if I'm not around that day or the day before. It will be a very self destructive couple of days).








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