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FRUSTRATION OVERFLOW

Mar 28, 2007 02:00pm (EST)

Frustrations of a somewhat new mom struggling with managing her own needs, her daughter's needs, and many frustrating people with whom she must interact on a daily basis and who don't have any concept of how valuable her time now is and how different her life has become...

Here's my laundry list of frustrations today:
- Pain. Lots of it. Nerve trauma relapse that won't end because my life seems dominated by Murphy's Law.
- Sleep. Not lots of it. See above.
- Needy baby - I wish I could be with her more. She's wonderful. She's doing nothing wrong. I want to be her everything but I can't.
- Contractors showing up at my house to work on projects they never seem to finish without warning. The attempt, of course, is to have a HOME where we can finally relax, be comfortable as a family, spend time together, heal, retreat. So far, we're not doing much of that.
- Several people I'm working with on projects having little in terms of communications skills and causing all kinds of confusion with multiple parties, and my having to take the time and energy (that I don't have) to straighten out problems they caused by taking shortcuts and not communicating properly.
- New house costs far exceeding our budget leaving us with less to pay bills. (I would love to vent further on this topic but for financial privacy, I feel that I cannot.)
- Helpless feeling that I can't take weight off my husband's shoulders because I'm still recovering, and he is overwhelmed at work (another topic I would elaborate on but should not).
- Angry at my "old" friends who do not understand what my life is like now who continue to waste my time by mindless chitchat about their little problems for extended periods of time when they should know that I have a young daughter, severe chronic pain, a husband with little time to help, serious childcare and household expenses... essentially who don't understand the concept that time is money and that with a child and health problems, that time comes at a much higher premium.
- Constant frustration feeling overwhelmed by all of this, feeling like I have no control any more and that I'm relegated to being in pain, watching someone else raise my daughter (nanny who is good, but not me), living in a house that's not done, spending money I don't have, and dealing with people I frankly don't always like.

I know some people would tell me to just suck it up, shut up, don't complain. That's life... I should be glad for what I do have, I know that. And I am. I'm extremely glad for my daughter's good health and for the fact that I don't have worse health problems. And our house is getting better. But my life in general is not a happy place and as much as I try to make it better, every time I makd a decision I think is a good one, somehow it backfires.

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LEARNING TO SHARE

Jan 23, 2007 05:32pm (EST)

Yesterday, my daughter began sharing. She first gave me one of her toys last week as a one-time-only thing, and I soon forgot about it. But yesterday, when she was playing with her favorite group of stuffed kitties, she handed one to me. Then another, and another.

We turned it into a game: pass the kitty. Then it became more interactive. She would pet her kitty. I would make mine meow and purr. We went on like that for a while. She kept handing me her kitties. Every once in a while, though, she would hand me her favorite gray one and then pull it back for herself (which I thought was hilarious). If I looked away for a moment, she'd say "mama" to make sure I brought all of my attention back to our activity.

Next, I decided to take the game up a notch and incorporate my husband's favorite, "cat on the head". I put a cat (they're really small) on her head, then one on mine. She thought that was the funniest thing in the world, so she started holding the cats up high so I would put them straight on my head when she offered them to me.

I guess the next step is to get her to do this with other kids. Last time we went to play with anyone else, she was taking the other kids' toys and keeping them to herself. I can't recall seeing her offer toys to others, but I look forward to that day. I certainly don't remember when I learned to share, but I know this is difficult for lots of children. I can only hope my daughter retains the same level of enjoyment for sharing over time that she showed to me yesterday. It's a real gift.

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COMMUNITIES & PAIN

Jan 22, 2007 03:47am (EST)

I started a web search tonight for "chronic pain community" and later more for "chronic pain blog" and "pelvic pain blog" and was saddened to find not much of anything.

From what I've read, there are countless people in chronic pain - particularly back pain - in the U.S. alone and there are thousands of women with pelvic pain problems (everything from the ovaries to the vagina to the belly coccix.) Many of the pelvic pain problems result from birth-related complications but not necessarily the majority - it's such a wide ranging area.

If anyone on this site knows of anywhere that people can share their concerns, learn pain management from each other, and not feel afraid of stigmas attached to pain or especially feminine pain, please post the links here or send them to the email address at the bottom of my blog at sairy.com.

I try to focus my posts here on experiences of a mother going through a little more challenging of a time than the average new mom, because this community seems to be more about pregnancy and preemie challenges. However, I have since learned that there are a variety of ways to become one of the women who has a more difficult than average post partum experience.

In the past year, I've made some unlikely new friends. One new mom has chronic back pain from a slipped disc related to ergonomic problems she had from work before having her baby. Her son is huge and she can't lift him and lives on painkillers.

Another mom has older children but has suffered from a number of extremely debilitating immune and autoimmune problems as a result of severe allergies. Then there's the mom whose son was born with a tumor the size of a grapefruit on his arm.

The other mom I know who's having pain - in her case, pelvic pain - is someone I've known for many years and she had a baby not long after I did. She's having hearing problems now and a whole host of other things.

Yesterday, I heard about a woman whose whole face was numb as a result of giving birth - somehow the nerves that far up were paralyzed. Today I learned of a different woman who had some of the spinal headache side effects of epidurals.

Where are the facts about all of these "complications" of pregnancy? Why doesn't the media focus more on risks and consequences of having children so people have a better understanding of what they're getting their own bodies into before going down this path?

I'm not saying I would have not had my baby or not gotten pregnant had I known more about potential problems. I just think I may have taken it easier and heeded the "take the first 6 weeks to rest" warnings and taken them more seriously.

No point crying over spilled milk now, but I become more frustrated each day to learn about more women in pain when - one would like to think - it could have been prevented.

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MAMAANDADAT

Jan 08, 2007 03:22am (EST)

My daughter turned 1 year-old yesterday. As we began our bedtime routine, she crawled onto a soft blanket in her room and said "mamaandadat". This was the first time she ever said both our names together in one phrase and it was music to our ears after a long and trying year.

Our daughter's first year began two weeks late and sixteen hours after my water broke, ending several months of bed rest and waiting. She was a "big baby" as the delivering Obstetrician noted during the final pushes (note to all OB/GYNs out there - this is not what a pushing mother wants to hear...) and came out smiling. If it weren't for her absolutely angelic constitution, I would not have survived the past year.

Six weeks into motherhood, I was given the green light by my doctor to go anywhere, do anything. I looked fine, but I was still having severe post partum pain. It took me two more months to even be able to describe where the pain came from. Meanwhile, I tried to get help from my mother (who lived too far away), a post partum doula (who became ill and then moved), and a series of nannies (who just weren't right for the job) - none of whom I had the time or energy to train properly. I spent every day in excruciating pain and every night sobbing and wishing for it all to end.

Meanwhile my daughter was growing like a string bean. She decided to sit up before she was 3 months old. She started standing at 4 months and started cruising at 5 months. (No joke.) There was no way to keep up with her energy. My husband, already working long hours for a taxing high-tech job, kept taking care of all of the household tasks I couldn't since going on bed rest. He hadn't had more than 4-5 hours of sleep a night in months and still hasn't. Finally I found a nanny who I felt comfortable enough with and was able to start resting, but the damage was done. It took several more months to get a clear diagnosis on what was wrong with me and a hand full of doctors.

Now I'm being seen by a neurologist at the Stanford Pain Clinic, a physical therapist, a psychologist and a new OB. "Nerve trauma", "chronic neuropathic pain", "stretched nerve" and "overactive nerves from muscle strain" have become common phrases in my vocabulary. Essentially in the weeks after I gave birth, as a result of the delivery and the lack of rest, some of my internal nerve tissue became hypersensitive and extremely inflamed, then causing residual irritation externally and reflecting to other areas. This was in addition to a few other problems that I won't go into here.

My daughter's first year birthday began with for me by taking a hefty dose of vicodin in order to sleep at midnight, alternating throughout the night with the maximum amount of motrin possible before obliterating my much maligned liver. Then after being knocked-out for several hours, I debated whether to put on topical lidocaine (anesthetic) ointment for the birthday party and sat on the sitz bath for a while. Finally, the party hour arrived and my daughter was still napping.

My husband and I took the opportunity for a few moments rest before waking our sleeping infant and departing from our current house to our new home where family and friends were waiting anxiously for the guest of honor. No longer a "big baby" but definitely a tall toddler, she rode proudly facing forward in the car seat for the first time.

Our daughter enjoyed her party immensely, including riding around in her new ride-on vehicle, playing with some new friends and a plethora of toys and balloons, and opening up several fun gifts. She grinned and giggled, marched a few steps on her own, posed for photos and spent time hugging each person goodbye as our family left. She missed her second nap completely from all of the excitement and wound down quickly after everyone was gone.

I survived the day feeling much less pain than expected, having been allowed the opportunity to recline at intervals during the festivities. By the time our little one snuggled onto that blanket sweetly saying "mamaandadat", it was just what we needed to hear, as if she was thanking us for everything we went through over the past year. Somehow it made every moment of pain and exhaustion worth it.

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I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT...

Oct 22, 2006 10:39am (EST)

Is it normal, with a nine month-old baby, to still be amazed daily that she's alive? I don't think this is a phenomenon that developed while I was having preterm contractions. I think it began earlier than that.

I've just been wowed ever since the first ultrasound and we saw the pulsating "dot" on the screen. Then the 20 week ultrasound was incredible - I had no idea we would be able to see so much. Being able to determine she had 4 working heart chambers blew me away. Then the kicking and moving inside me certainly was something I never expected.

Once she was born, of course, I was totally enamored and intrigued by her every move. Now every day she does something new. And when she walks around with me ony holding one hand - I think I must be dreaming. I still can't believe she has ten fingers and ten toes and breathes by herself.

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SMILEY GIRL

Oct 18, 2006 02:13am (EST)

Every day, I'm amazed at my baby - her cuteness, sweetness, strength, independence, and talents. She's a very good baby, as babies go (so I'm told - this is my first experience) and she is full of smiles and energy. Some days are more amazing than others, however, in her sweetness and smiles. She just overflows.

Today was one of those days. She woke up all full of joy and exuberance beyond what most people would consider a normal level of positive energy, but it's just who she is. She was determined to traverse the whole house by any means possible, talking, playing, and grinning. She had a marvelous time and her happiness was infectious.

When I sit back and ponder how some people can go from being so happy as babies to so miserable as adults, it makes me sad; but today was not a day for such ruminations. Today, I just soaked up every one of her smiles like a sunbather soaks up the sun. If only we could all have such glowing gaiety about our daily lives. Each day I cherish her more, and each day I hope her happiness will last longer.

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BLOGGING THERAPY

Oct 10, 2006 01:01am (EST)

I hurt. It's the deep, soul-shattering kind of pain this time. My very special kitty, Muff, died last night. I wrote several paragraphs about what we went through and then decided I really didn't want that here. Instead, I just want to share that he was loved. For those of you who love your pets as close family members, you understand.

Muff was 10 1/2. That's like a 55 year-old man dying. It was lymphoma and months on steroids and chemotherapy. I know people here understand what it's like to make difficult decisions and feel trapped not know whether the decision you make, generally recommended by a doctor who you may or may not trust, is the right one. Ending Muff's life was the right one when it happened, because it was a merciful decision, but we'll never know if we'd taken different steps if the outcome over several months could've changed.

I can't imagine what it would be like to lose one's child that one has given birth to, because it's an even deeper connection we feel to them. But I have lost a loved pet before - one who was born in my room when I was 9 years old, and with whom I shared a genuine closeness. He lived a long life and lasted until age 17 - unusual for an indoor/outdoor cat. Last night, I lost an indoor cat who I adopted as a kitten who never hurt a fly and was always sweet to all cats and people, who was kind hearted and endearing in many ways, and who I loved.

I don't understand death and on some level I think I'm still an idealist in that I don't understand why death comes so often to the innocents. (And especially I don't understand why we purposely inflict it upon each other for selfish reasons.) The younger they are, the harder it is. With pets, we often know what we're getting into when we adopt them into our homes and hearts. We know that we will most likely outlive them, but we do it anyway.

The last time I went through this gut-wrenching soul torment, I looked at my other cats and couldn't possibly imagine going through it again. And when I was having preterm contractions at week 30 (see my first post, "Introducing Dot"), it was that fear that kept me in bed, praying my baby would make it past her first few breaths, her first few days, her first few weeks.

Today, my baby was to go on a walk with our nanny who helps me out, and two other cats were to go to the vet for checkups. I couldn't let any of them out of my sight and decided instead for them to stay home with me. Obviously I can't keep them all from harm forever and we all have to go sometime, but that still doesn't mean it's not scary or truly terrible when it happens.

Muff was lucky, I guess. He wasn't a lab cat used in some sort of experiments for a make-up company, forced to live in a cage all of his life. He wasn't a feral cat scrounging for food on the streets of Calcutta. He wasn't a stray left at a shelter only to be euthanized because there isn't enough space. But due to where we live, we had to keep him inside where he couldn't enjoy the trees and the grass. Now, he's buried under them. Sure, I could've let him out but I've had a cat hit by a car and killed before. I didn't want that. (They say the average life expectancy for indoor cats is 14 and for outdoor cats, it's 4.)

I guess the moral of my message here, if there is one at all, is that we make choices for our children and our pets and those that we are responsible for and caregivers for (sometimes our parents, sometimes others). We never really know whether those are the right choices. There are some choices we know are wrong, however, and at least we can steer clear of those and from there on, we do our best. I feel this huge responsibility as a new mom to keep my baby safe.

At this point, I can't fathom what it will be like to send her off to college, let alone to kindergarden, away from me. Every time she goes for a walk with a babysitter, I'm afraid of what might happen. Every time she's in the car with me, I fear we'll be broad-sided. I know this will pass over time as I become more used to being a parent, but I can't imagine the emotion I would feel if something did go wrong would be any less.

As a pet parent for many years, I still don't know everything about what's best for them and now I'm undertaking this more difficult, more fragile challenge of bringing up a human being with an incredibly complex brain and personality that surpasses that of any cats (although don't discount their emotional depth - they can feel pain too, just differently from us).

There never seems to be enough caregiving energy to go around in today's fast-paced world. But still, we dig deeper and come out with whatever we can of our hearts that we can give to these unique creatures and we love them. And when they hurt, we hurt. And it begins again.

It's worth it for the quiet moments of love and closeness. It's worth it when you know you did more than 99% of the population would have. It's worth it when you understand that they loved you back, even if it was in a limited way. No matter who they were or what their chromosomal makeup was, they were part of your family.

At least this is how I feel, after spending a lot of time getting to know some special members of different species as well as people who haven't been blessed with the gift of all of the mental abilities that most of us have. They are different, but they still have great value and great love to give. And when we share that love with them, and then they are gone, the loss is no less significant.

I found a couple of comforting links:
http://www.pet-loss.net/ and Best Friends Animal Sanctuary and other organizations have pet memorial sites.

(Photo: me with Muff.)

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SAVORING THE MOMENTS

Oct 03, 2006 10:01pm (EST)

Recently, I mended my daughter's stuffed kitty. A mundane mom task - absolutely, but this was the first stuffed animal I ever bought her and the first one that needed mending. She is fond of her kitty and we all have a sentimental attachment to it. Somehow, the simple act of sewing a few little stitches to secure the paw onto the body made me feel like a good mom.

Before the playgroups and gymboree and language emersion and music class and swim class all begin, I want to savor this time of simplicity in parenthood. My daughter still looks at me with these joyful eyes each time I see her. She smiles and squeals and raises her arms for a hug. She snuggles her stuffed kitty or her stuffed bunny and carries it around everywhere she goes. She is fascinated by the newness of a leaf in the grass, its color and its texture and I savor these special moments with her.

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8 MONTHS A DELIGHT

Sep 07, 2006 11:21pm (EST)

Julia turned 8 months old today. She started crawling. Each month, she has a milestone on her monthly birthday, it seems. She's really amazing.

I started a monthly newsletter for our family that tells them about all of her growth and milestones. But what I find most amazing is her attitude and her tenacity.

For such a little thing (well, she's very tall for her age, but little compared to the rest of us), she can now run through our small house in about five seconds as long as I'm holding her hands. She grunts as she pulls herself up from sitting to her little musical table. She identifies cats and kittens when looking at books and images and loves to say her first word repeatedly, "cat". She does this all with complete determination and joy.

Of course, our cats aren't so sure what to think of this little creature that they recently realized they can't intimidate enough to make her leave. Instead, she screams when she sees them and starts charging after. It gives them exercise, but they're not so thrilled. The last time our house had any activity like this was when our youngest cat (now 8 years old) was a kitten. He still thinks he's mama's boy and grabs whatever attention he can. I wish I could explain to them that Julia will become their best friend in a few years, but alas, they don't have the learning capacity she does.

They (always the proverbial "they") say becoming a parent gives you perspective and that's certainly right. As I struggle to regain my strength from months of bed rest and recover, I think about how much she's having to learn and develop each day in order to do these new things I still take for granted.

I marvel at how easy she is with new people and how she charms them. I laugh at every cute little sound she makes when she's sleepy. And I cry when she bumps her head while playing with her reflection at the window. What a wonderful little girl she is. Maybe I'm just more of a philosopher than most, or perhaps too much time lying in bed worrying about her birth gave me added perspective, but I just can't get over each new little thing she does. It blows my mind. Or maybe it's just because I'm used to cats.

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BAD DAYS THAT AREN'T SO BAD AFTER ALL

Aug 15, 2006 10:33pm (EST)

I just finished reading a blog post about moms who had bad days - sick nannies, running late, speeding tickets, etc. and I thought to myself how people in this community would be happy to have a day like that - home with a healthy kid even amidst the chaos.

I'm not saying days like that aren't bad or that we don't all hate them, particularly when the major things in our lives aren't going well in an underlying sense (health, relationships, etc.) but a little perspective does everyone good. I feel sorry for myself sometimes and I whine a bit even when I try not to, but today I couldn't do that.

Today, I got up and left the house for a medical appointment and on the wall they had some information from a woman running in a half marathon in Hawaii. "She has it rough," I thought at first sarcastically. Then I read about her friend who had lymphoma and was given 3 years to live. It's been six and she's still going. The woman was running on her friend's behalf. Good for her to go to Hawaii to do it - a beautiful place to feel confident working for a cure for her friend's health.

Then I was lucky enough to have my first massage appointment in months and I was thinking about my friend who is a breast cancer survivor who I haven't heard from in a while (I'm worried the cancer might have come back - she just doesn't talk about these things) who was a massage therapist. And I thought about how lucky I am that as far as I know what's wrong with me is not life threatening.

My dad spent a year in an iron lung battling polio. He doesn't talk about those days much, but after nearly a year off and on bed rest I certainly feel a little more for what he went through and actually I feel even more in awe that he was able to survive it with so much grace and courage. My troubles are nothing in comparison to that.

I read an article recently about a little boy with a debilitating brain disease and how he never complains. And of course I read about these tiny babies in the NICU fighting for their lives, not knowing where they are or what's going on and the parents fighting for them with only hope that they will get bigger and stronger and get out soon... well, I just feel like it's not worth complaining about the little stuff. Sometimes we have to do it, but really a parking ticket or a late appointment are such small potatoes in the scheme of things.

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