DS is four weeks old today. I had planned a lovely babymoon, time to relax and bond with my little one. I knew it would be short, though. I knew DH had to leave for work just two weeks after baby was born (and I mean LEAVE - he'll be gone 4 to 6 months). But I feel robbed, like this this special time was taken from me.
DS was born on Monday. Wednesday, my mom checked in to the hospital, should be there a few days to drain fluid off, she has congestive heart failure. She was in ICU for monitoring while this takes place. Saturday I get a call from her doctor. The kind of call you never want to get, the "get some family up here" call, "we think she just had a heart attack, this doesn't look good". So we go, I'm hysterical, crying, don't know what to do, didn't even have a diaper bag together since I'm not planning on leaving the house for a while yet. We get there, see mom, then talk to the doctor. Doctor says if she makes it through the week, she might have 6-8 months left.
Sunday she's transfered to Baylor, an hour away. My sister and niece come in from out of state. We're at the hospital most days, I stay home a few days to rest with DS, but we're there for several hours most days. The following Saturday, my brother and sister get into a physical fight (not something that has ever happened in my family). Brother punches sister and knocks her to the ground. We're called in to help smooth things over. Sister leaves two days later. We (DH and I) are now responsible for getting my father to the hospital to see my mother (father doesn't drive, he has macular deneration and cannot see well at all). Mother is in hospital for one more week (for a total of almost three weeks) before coming home on Monday. DH leaves at 3 the next morning.
Now mom is on IV meds and someone has to change it every day. She can't do this herself because the PICC line is on her right arm and she can't reach it. Dad's no help, he can't see. There's a nurse coming right now, but I think today is her last day, after this she'll just come once a week to change the dressing. Sooo, I've got to be at my parents house every day at 3(naptime for my 2 yr old) to change the dressing. And I've got to make sure they have stuff for dinner, Mom's not up to cooking yet.
Not at all how I envisioned my first few weeks postpartum. Then my SIL calls today and asks me to babysit my 5 year old niece tomorrow. I told her I'd have to get back with her since mom has an appointment with the cardiologist and I wasn't sure about the time. Meanwhile 2 year old is sporting a new attitude, and I don't know if it's because he's missing his dad, confused about a new brother, etc.
I thought people were supposed to be taking care of me right now, not the other way around. Good thing this is my second baby because if I had all the first time mom stuff to deal with, too I'm not sure I could do it.
OK, rant over. I just thought someone would bring me a casserole instead of asking me to babysit their child.
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Life doesn't always go as ploanned, huh?
DS was born on Monday. Wednesday, my mom checked in to the hospital, should be there a few days to drain fluid off, she has congestive heart failure. She was in ICU for monitoring while this takes place. Saturday I get a call from her doctor. The kind of call you never want to get, the "get some family up here" call, "we think she just had a heart attack, this doesn't look good". So we go, I'm hysterical, crying, don't know what to do, didn't even have a diaper bag together since I'm not planning on leaving the house for a while yet. We get there, see mom, then talk to the doctor. Doctor says if she makes it through the week, she might have 6-8 months left.
Sunday she's transfered to Baylor, an hour away. My sister and niece come in from out of state. We're at the hospital most days, I stay home a few days to rest with DS, but we're there for several hours most days. The following Saturday, my brother and sister get into a physical fight (not something that has ever happened in my family). Brother punches sister and knocks her to the ground. We're called in to help smooth things over. Sister leaves two days later. We (DH and I) are now responsible for getting my father to the hospital to see my mother (father doesn't drive, he has macular deneration and cannot see well at all). Mother is in hospital for one more week (for a total of almost three weeks) before coming home on Monday. DH leaves at 3 the next morning.
Now mom is on IV meds and someone has to change it every day. She can't do this herself because the PICC line is on her right arm and she can't reach it. Dad's no help, he can't see. There's a nurse coming right now, but I think today is her last day, after this she'll just come once a week to change the dressing. Sooo, I've got to be at my parents house every day at 3(naptime for my 2 yr old) to change the dressing. And I've got to make sure they have stuff for dinner, Mom's not up to cooking yet.
Not at all how I envisioned my first few weeks postpartum. Then my SIL calls today and asks me to babysit my 5 year old niece tomorrow. I told her I'd have to get back with her since mom has an appointment with the cardiologist and I wasn't sure about the time. Meanwhile 2 year old is sporting a new attitude, and I don't know if it's because he's missing his dad, confused about a new brother, etc.
I thought people were supposed to be taking care of me right now, not the other way around. Good thing this is my second baby because if I had all the first time mom stuff to deal with, too I'm not sure I could do it.
OK, rant over. I just thought someone would bring me a casserole instead of asking me to babysit their child.
:Life doesn't always go as ploanned, huh?
