Taking DD to meet the daycare lady went really well and i feel a little better now. She barfed on the lady and she didn't even flinch. My husband gets more grossed out!
I call this the I'm Going To Fuck With Your Head Allllllll Day look. This was at 10am. Shit got real around 10:03, and only got better once husband got home. If I have to say the words "What the fuck do you want" one more time, I will just drop her off at the nearest fire station myself.
I got to fight with her all day in between fighting with my mother. I kept saying "my baby is screaming and hasn't eaten anything, I can't fight with you now," but still she continued to threaten all the things for two hours. I'm exhausted. She is pissed because my mil watched the baby for an hour last night. My mother was here for 4 hours yesterday afternoon and watched the baby alone for almost two hours while I was on the treadmill and showered. What is the problem?
Sounds miserable. This was a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.
Hadn't you considered cutting mom out if she was negatively affecting you?
I'm not saying we shouldn't talk about it here (this is a safe place), but now that I have a little girl, I'm refusing to talk badly about my size or shape. I'm not even letting my head go there. This extra weight gave me this baby, and I'm giving myself a pass. If I let those self-deprecating thoughts get in my head, they always end up coming out my mouth, and I'm determined to never let Sunny hear me talk badly about my body.
I'm inclined to agree with you when I have a clear head. The c section is the driving force behind this. I'm scared to run. If I Could do that, I would not feel nearly as bad about my body. Plus, all the shit about c section moms never getting their stomachs back to normal has me really worked up.
I know emotionally it's hard. I just keep trying to tell myself that I have to stop letting my tummy make me feel bad when it helped me accomplish making a whole person. I respect this body for what it helped me do (even though Hulk uterus made it so freaking miserable).
I mean, it's also a mind fuck to read how people are back to their pre-pregnancy weight and I'm almost 30 pounds up from it. It's been 4 weeks. It's not water or bloat. It's fat. I don't understand, because everyone said I didn't look big enough to be full term. I must have gained at least 60 total. I maybe should have paid more attention but I ran until I was 38 weeks for shit's sake.
At least I didn't get stretchmarks? But. The scar.
I call this the I'm Going To Fuck With Your Head Allllllll Day look. This was at 10am. Shit got real around 10:03, and only got better once husband got home. If I have to say the words "What the fuck do you want" one more time, I will just drop her off at the nearest fire station myself.
I got to fight with her all day in between fighting with my mother. I kept saying "my baby is screaming and hasn't eaten anything, I can't fight with you now," but still she continued to threaten all the things for two hours. I'm exhausted. She is pissed because my mil watched the baby for an hour last night. My mother was here for 4 hours yesterday afternoon and watched the baby alone for almost two hours while I was on the treadmill and showered. What is the problem?
Sounds miserable. This was a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.
Hadn't you considered cutting mom out if she was negatively affecting you?
I have. But I chicken out. And it's the holidays. People will ask her about the baby and she'll make up all kinds of shit. I'll be the bad guy.
Overly tired because the kid will NOT nap for me today. She did a bit while I held her but seriously I need a little time for myself in a day. Can't hold you all the the time. It's almost 7 pm and I haven't showered or been able to brush my stupid teeth today. The only "breaks" I got were to take my dog out in the freaking freezing cold to use the bathroom. Seriously, since midnight dd has slept maybe 9 hours total.
@SPurp13 You're not alone! I'm freaked about the CS tummy pooch too. I have some friends who seem to be stuck with it but also others that don't have one at all... I don't know what to expect any more. I just want to get back to not being afraid of my own stomach first!
...oh, I also was super lucky and didn't get a single stretch mark, but it feels like it doesn't even matter because I have this huge swollen purple scar marring my stomach anyways.
On good days I'm proud of what my body did for M. But on bad days I think about how some day he'll be grown up and hate me (I'm sure of this because of my current drama with my own parents) and I'll still have this huge scar.
I also sometimes feel like maybe I'm less of a mom because I didn't have the contractions or experience a vaginal birth. Which is rediculous because I don't think less of anyone else for having a CS - just myself.
One glass of wine and I'm toast. Feeling awesome! I'm fully prepared to slip LO one if the bottle of formula the pedi gave me if she wants to eat before my blood is back to normal.
@FamousEa I spent a lot of time on youtube watching wrap videos. I'm watching one right now b/c I wanted a hold that I could carry AND nurse in w/o taking him out and putting him back in.
As far as making them, you just need a soft, slightly stretchy material (like tshirt) 5-6yrds long, and 20is inches wide. Most fabric is sold 40ish inches wide, so I just cut length-wise, and I have 2. One to always keep in the car, and one for the house.
@SPurp13 You're not alone! I'm freaked about the CS tummy pooch too. I have some friends who seem to be stuck with it but also others that don't have one at all... I don't know what to expect any more. I just want to get back to not being afraid of my own stomach first!
...oh, I also was super lucky and didn't get a single stretch mark, but it feels like it doesn't even matter because I have this huge swollen purple scar marring my stomach anyways.
On good days I'm proud of what my body did for M. But on bad days I think about how some day he'll be grown up and hate me (I'm sure of this because of my current drama with my own parents) and I'll still have this huge scar.
I also sometimes feel like maybe I'm less of a mom because I didn't have the contractions or experience a vaginal birth. Which is rediculous because I don't think less of anyone else for having a CS - just myself.
I know what you mean about the pooch it's like now when you sit your body just creases there like forever tight pants. Mine has gone down quite a bit 2 months later. As far as the scar at least it's easily concealed. I dreaded bikini season because I have scars from previous surgery and I haaaaated them and was so insecure. Five years later you can hardly see them anymore and i stopped giving so much of a shit. The scar will flatten out and turn skin toned it just takes time. No one can even see it. i also felt really betrayed by my body after the c/s like it let me down. But then i look at my daughter and i kick myself because making a human is pretty amazing and we're both OK. In the end that's all that really mattered anyway. To think about what I am capable of is pretty mind blowing.
My kid is so wound up and so fussy. I have no idea what's wrong with her. She did get the Hep B vaccine today... Did this make anyone else's kid fussy?
Also, DH is being a huge ass. I'm going back to work in 6 days. I work at 5:30 am. I tried to explain that I need him to help out with feedings/put the baby to bed from 8-11 pm and I'll do my best to feed her before I leave in the morning so he can sleep longer. He will have to feed her when she wakes up after 4:30 am. But he can go back to sleep with her any time until 9 am. He acted like this was crazy, and I should have to do all MOTN feedings plus work 10 hour days. Apparently evenings are "his time. " What the fuck?
@crawford411 -- Nope, that's just ridiculous. He needs to get it together.
Possible FFFC, it kind of peeves me that I find myself thanking MH for "helping" with feedings/general childcare, as though I should not just expect it from him considering DS is his child, too.
We always thank each other for everything. Thanks for doing the dishes. Thanks for cleaning the bathroom. Thanks for getting up with baby. I like that he acknowledges work I do around the house and I acknowledge what he does. It works for us and makes me feel less stabby if I feel like I am carrying a heavier chore load one day/week.
@SPurp13
You're not alone! I'm freaked about the CS tummy pooch too. I have some friends who seem to be stuck with it but also others that don't have one at all... I don't know what to expect any more. I just want to get back to not being afraid of my own stomach first!
...oh, I also was super lucky and didn't get a single stretch mark, but it feels like it doesn't even matter because I have this huge swollen purple scar marring my stomach anyways.
On good days I'm proud of what my body did for M. But on bad days I think about how some day he'll be grown up and hate me (I'm sure of this because of my current drama with my own parents) and I'll still have this huge scar.
I also sometimes feel like maybe I'm less of a mom because I didn't have the contractions or experience a vaginal birth. Which is rediculous because I don't think less of anyone else for having a CS - just myself.
Oh my god. We are the same. I just said, out loud to my husband, that I ruined my body and my life for this daughter, and it will all be for nothing, because I feel myself turning into MY mom, and I know it will just be history repeating itself.
I also told my husband that I don't even feel like I had a baby.
I will say, though, that I finally took the strips off of my incision a few minutes ago, and I might think the doctor had some questionable motives for my section, but she really is good. It's only been 4 weeks and you can't really even see anything at all. No red. It's almost like nothing is there. That helped some, but I still have the pooch.
@crawford411 -- Nope, that's just ridiculous. He needs to get it together.
Possible FFFC, it kind of peeves me that I find myself thanking MH for "helping" with feedings/general childcare, as though I should not just expect it from him considering DS is his child, too.
We always thank each other for everything. Thanks for doing the dishes. Thanks for cleaning the bathroom. Thanks for getting up with baby. I like that he acknowledges work I do around the house and I acknowledge what he does. It works for us and makes me feel less stabby if I feel like I am carrying a heavier chore load one day/week.
I tend to thank him for everything, but don't generally get thanks in return unless I say something. The feminist in me hates that.
I hate when people say oh dad is babysitting or my husband is babysitting. He is the father! Not a baby sitter!
I just googled ISIS because I'm way behind on current events and it occurs to me that I'm probably now on some government watch list.
It's better than the list I'm on. I now get all the ads for Spanx, due to my earlier bump conversations. I'd much rather the government be after me than Spanx.
I've been lurking the past few days, so I'm sorry I haven't been as supportive as I should've been to everyone. Not sure if anyone really noticed anyway.
I'm still having some adjustment issues and a hard time with being a mom. It is so crazy to me that this is all I've wanted for years, and now I feel like a failure and I worry and doubt everything. I've always been a perfectionist and confident in my work, and parenting just doesn't fall into that category. It can't. It's totally thrown me for a loop and I probably spend about an hour every day just crying.
DH left today for 30 days for work. It's just me and DS while my H is in Mexico again for work. That shit is scary. Really scary.
I also got a text from my mom today that she has Lupus. Who the fuck sends news like that in a text and then doesn't respond or answer calls afterwards?
Thanks for letting me vent. I'm hoping in the next few days I'll get out of my funk and back to more of my old self. Whatever that is these days.
I've been lurking the past few days, so I'm sorry I haven't been as supportive as I should've been to everyone. Not sure if anyone really noticed anyway.
I'm still having some adjustment issues and a hard time with being a mom. It is so crazy to me that this is all I've wanted for years, and now I feel like a failure and I worry and doubt everything. I've always been a perfectionist and confident in my work, and parenting just doesn't fall into that category. It can't. It's totally thrown me for a loop and I probably spend about an hour every day just crying.
DH left today for 30 days for work. It's just me and DS while my H is in Mexico again for work. That shit is scary. Really scary.
I also got a text from my mom today that she has Lupus. Who the fuck sends news like that in a text and then doesn't respond or answer calls afterwards?
Thanks for letting me vent. I'm hoping in the next few days I'll get out of my funk and back to more of my old self. Whatever that is these days.
I feel you on the parenting feelings. I hope you have a smooth time while DH is gone for work. Feel free to vent to us here any time. Hugs.
@apk4 I've had some issues adjusting to being a mom, too. I thought that I was born to be a mom, and then I can't get DS to sleep at night or nap in the afternoon or he's attached to my boob/arm. Check out the PPD thread. Its helpful to read and know you're not alone. Feel free to PM me if you need to vent or talk things out
On a more somber note, the guy who caused the accident (DUI) that killed one of my best friends 2 years ago was finally sentenced to 16 years in prison.
Seeing my friend's face on the news and on the internet for something like this... it's just something you don't ever expect. This kind of thing happens to "other people" - not my friends. We miss him so much.
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Hadn't you considered cutting mom out if she was negatively affecting you?
At least I didn't get stretchmarks? But. The scar.
You're not alone! I'm freaked about the CS tummy pooch too. I have some friends who seem to be stuck with it but also others that don't have one at all... I don't know what to expect any more. I just want to get back to not being afraid of my own stomach first!
...oh, I also was super lucky and didn't get a single stretch mark, but it feels like it doesn't even matter because I have this huge swollen purple scar marring my stomach anyways.
On good days I'm proud of what my body did for M. But on bad days I think about how some day he'll be grown up and hate me (I'm sure of this because of my current drama with my own parents) and I'll still have this huge scar.
I also sometimes feel like maybe I'm less of a mom because I didn't have the contractions or experience a vaginal birth. Which is rediculous because I don't think less of anyone else for having a CS - just myself.
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I spent a lot of time on youtube watching wrap videos. I'm watching one right now b/c I wanted a hold that I could carry AND nurse in w/o taking him out and putting him back in.
As far as making them, you just need a soft, slightly stretchy material (like tshirt) 5-6yrds long, and 20is inches wide. Most fabric is sold 40ish inches wide, so I just cut length-wise, and I have 2. One to always keep in the car, and one for the house.
We're good though. I'm on the sweet downward slope of my tiny buzz and she's still sleeping.
He's got to be kidding... WTAF?
It works for us and makes me feel less stabby if I feel like I am carrying a heavier chore load one day/week.
I also told my husband that I don't even feel like I had a baby.
I will say, though, that I finally took the strips off of my incision a few minutes ago, and I might think the doctor had some questionable motives for my section, but she really is good. It's only been 4 weeks and you can't really even see anything at all. No red. It's almost like nothing is there. That helped some, but I still have the pooch.
I tend to thank him for everything, but don't generally get thanks in return unless I say something. The feminist in me hates that.
I hate when people say oh dad is babysitting or my husband is babysitting. He is the father! Not a baby sitter!