Day 1

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Today is day 1 of a new medication.  I fear this day in ways that I’m not even sure I can explain here.  What if this one doesn’t work either?  What if the side effects are too much to bear this time?  What if nothing will ever work for me?

I’m going to start at the beginning.  I will warn that this post will probably be long and rambling and not the happiest of topics.  This is designed mostly to get my intrusive thoughts out onto paper in hopes that I can begin some recovery.  

I remember my first panic attack like it was yesterday.  In actuality it was well over 15 years ago.  It started in my car, stopped at a red light, thankfully only about 5 minutes from my house.  I was still living with my parents at the time.  I rushed in the door, unable to calm down, and begged my mom to take me to the ER.  She obliged although I’m pretty sure she thought it was nuts that I, an 18 year old, through I was having a heart attack.  As soon as we arrived at the ER, the lady behind the desk pointed out to mom that I looked and acted like you stereotypical anxiety attack.  1 shot of sedatives and a prescription for Lexapro later and we were out of there.  

I stayed on the Lexapro until I moved out of my house and could no longer afford it.  I spent the majority of my early twenties self-medicating with alcohol and bad decisions.  

When I was 26 I met my husband.  I went back on the Lexapro until I got pregnant with my first child.  After I had Adrienne, Postpartum hit me with a Mack truck.  I couldn’t be around my baby.  Her crying would make me either cry myself or want to leave.  I couldn’t handle this mom thing.  Back to the Lexapro.  There was mild relief in that but nothing that ever made me feel “normal”.  I was still have panic attacks pretty regularly and the depression that was starting to set in couldn’t be overlooked.

Then we got pregnant with my second child.  Back off the meds.  

After having Conner, my new doctor (we had relocated) put me on Zoloft to manage the inevitable Postpartum.  This seemed to work well until recently.  My son is 13 months old now and I feel like I have never felt before.  Ideas of wanting to hurt myself.  Thinking that my children deserve a better mom than me.  

Yesterday I bit the bullet and called my doctor.  He switched me to Wellbutrin for the depression in the morning and Zoloft for the anxiety at night.  I am terrified of what happens if this doesn’t work.  I should know very well that this is not the end of the line or the last option for me, but that doesn’t squash the fear.

The biggest step I made was to actually take it this morning.  1 small, baby step at a time.  I will keep reminding myself that I am doing this for myself, my beautiful babies and my wonderful husband.

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Mommy Comparisons

male-and-female-relationship-signThe big push in the world of blogs right now seems to be 1 of 2 things.  The first are those older parents writing letters to the teens of America (i.e. Mrs. Hall).  The second are the ones that I am seeing more and more often.  Those are the blogs that are discussing why us moms find the need to compare ourselves to other moms.  I personally like to believe that I run my family in the way that is best for our circumstances and try desperately hard not to compare myself to all of the other moms that I know.

My take on this situation falls into a slightly different category.  Why are we not seeing blog after blog about dads that compare themselves to other dads?  Is it because we, are woman, are more competitive with each other?  Is it that there are just an overwhelmingly larger number of women writing on the internet than men?

Last night I asked my husband if he ever finds himself comparing himself to other dads.  He didn’t even hesitate before giving the answer, “No not really.”  Now, don’t get me wrong.  My husband, of course, wants to be the best father possible.  He has a lot of friends who are fathers of children around our children’s age.  But they seem to be more accepting of each other and their different parenting styles than we are as women.

Have any of you found this to be true?  Are you husbands/significant others the same as mine?

Thinking….

I just read another mom’s blog about not wanting to play with her kids.  This got me thinking….

How many times have my children asked me to play and I have pushed them off with phrases like “in a minute” or “maybe later”.  Looking back, the “minute” or “later” never came and I missed another opportunity to engage with my children.  

If I added up all of those times, how much of my children’s lives am I missing.

I already work 50-60 hours a week with my children in a preschool.  Taking into account sleep, this means my children spend more time with their teachers than with me in any given week.  So why, when my children want me to play, is my first instinct to say no?  Why is my work e-mail more important?  Why would watching The Big Bang Theory over and over be a more exciting choice?

 

For Conner as you turn 1

Dearest Little Man,

2 days ago you turned 1.  I still can’t believe it.  I feel like you both just got here and have been here forever.  You came into our world and I knew that things were complete.  You are the perfect complement to your bigger sister.  While she is hyper, feisty and sensitive, you are calm and even tempered (most of the time).  I am amazed by how much she loves you.  I am amazed by how much we all love you.

On your first birthday, you took your first steps.  On the day after your birthday, you said your 1st word – Mama.  My heart melted.

So much has happened this year.  You came into the world a little 5lb 12oz boy and have now topped the scales at a whopping 19lbs.  You may be small in size but you more than make up for it in personality.  You are so happy and giggly.  Always smiling (unless you’re hungry of course).  Speaking of eating – I don’t know how you don’t way 100lbs with all of the food you eat on a daily basis.  We have gone from bottle to solid foods exclusively.  You have proven to be a water baby through and through.  We’ve had some rough patches with sickness, but you have pulled through big and strong.

I love you little man with all of my heart.

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