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This is a rant/feel sorry for myself thread so if you don't feel like reading this, please see yourself out. Thanks! 
 
I am so overly stressed out. We just came back home...from home (read: 3 week stay in TX then back to lonelyland- N.C.). We have actually been home for over a week, but it has been a horrible, awful week. We flew in Monday and it took us four hours to drive home. Justin was WONDERFUL on the flight, he flies like a pro! The four hour drive home? No, he was over it. He screamed nearly the entire drive home. I was constantly pulling over, trying to pacify him, getting back on the road, pulling over, trying something else, getting back on the road...my blood pressure rising all the way.
 
So we finally got home around 9 that night (our flight got in @ 2:45, we left the airport from eating lunch around 4:30). Justin went straight to bed and we started our week. Tuesday went alright. I am really struggling right now with Justin and "no, no." I feel like a broken record. A stressed out, ready to scream and run away broken record. I tell him no and he thinks that is his pass to do whatever it is I tell him not to. What stresses me out about this is that he KNOWS what "no" is. He tells me no when he doesn't want something and if Jesse tells him no, he stops doing whatever he is doing. So it isn't that he doesn't no what no is. You know?
 
Anyway, Wednesday Justin woke up @ 6 a.m. (he typically wakes up between 7:30 and 8). I woke up, Jesse was on the floor curled up in a ball and my stomach was hurting....really badly.
Jesse and I spent the next 48 hours either curled up in a ball or in the bathroom and Justin spent most of it in his crib watching *gasp* cartoons. We were both here...so, so, so sick...and had absolutely NO ONE to help us out. Literally no one. No friends, no family, no anyone. I felt so bad for Justin, I felt like a horrible mother for leaving him in his crib, but I couldn't even stand up straight. We were so sick.
 
So, go to the doctor, right? Nope. Not so much. The only place that takes our insurance around here is the hospital. None of the local doctors take it. So we are here...for at least four more months, likely 10 moremonths with no doctors in network. Can't go to the hospital and both be in the hospital because that would mean someone would have to keep an eye on Justin. Besides, I don't feel right going to the hospital for something like that. So I felt better for a day, then got sick all over again. I was in SO MUCH pain from my friends that still linger from labor....bleeding, dehydrated, cramped up. You name it. It was awful! We are both (nearly a week later) still not 100%. I just thank God that Justin never got it.
 So I felt better for a day, then got sick all over again. I was in SO MUCH pain from my friends that still linger from labor....bleeding, dehydrated, cramped up. You name it. It was awful! We are both (nearly a week later) still not 100%. I just thank God that Justin never got it. 
 
So wait, it gets better (better in a worse sense). In the last three days, Justin has held his breath and passed out FOUR different times. And just for the record, none of these times have been when he was in his crib. We weren't neglectful, just weak and incapable at the time. He is sinking back into that everytime he doesn't get what he wants, he just starts to scream, sucks in, passes out. After he comes to, he does one of threethings- he either starts screaming again or looks at you like "what are you holding me for?" or goes to sleep. He is also slowly reverting to beating his head against things again. He has started biting me and pinching me when he gets mad, too.
 
He is getting sleep. Lots of sleep but he always seems so sleepy. Sunday morning he got up @ 4 am and we were up until 5:30 am. I fed him because I thought maybe he was hungry...but then he wanted to play. I was still recovering, I had a horrible migraine and I hadn't gone to bed until midnight. So I played for a while and then I laid him back down. He fussed for a while then finally went back to sleep.
 
I've started tryng to feed Justin healthier food since we have all started eating better. He was eating the healthiest out of all of us, anyway, but I wanted more fruits and veggies to go into his system. He is turning his nose up at everything I make...save for the grilled cheese. He doesn't want yogurt, doesn't want oatmeal, doesn't want ANY fruit...and I'm so frustrated. He wants goldfish and pringles (thanks for that, Jesse). : 
 
 
Jesse and I have started arguing again, the house is a mess, I miss my mom, my son won't listen. When I try to tell him to do something, he hits the ignore button. We can't go outside because it is cold and raining, we don't know anyone and I am so beyond frustrated that it isn't even the slightest bit funny. I nearly just dropped everything and walked out of the hosue the other day. Justin was screaming, Jesse was lecturing and I had enough. I've never had enough to the point that I wanted to walk away and that scares me. Am I really not cut out for this whole staying at home and being a mom stuff? I thought I was adapting to it, but maybe I'm not? Maybe I'm not as good at this as I thought I was?
			
			I am so overly stressed out. We just came back home...from home (read: 3 week stay in TX then back to lonelyland- N.C.). We have actually been home for over a week, but it has been a horrible, awful week. We flew in Monday and it took us four hours to drive home. Justin was WONDERFUL on the flight, he flies like a pro! The four hour drive home? No, he was over it. He screamed nearly the entire drive home. I was constantly pulling over, trying to pacify him, getting back on the road, pulling over, trying something else, getting back on the road...my blood pressure rising all the way.

So we finally got home around 9 that night (our flight got in @ 2:45, we left the airport from eating lunch around 4:30). Justin went straight to bed and we started our week. Tuesday went alright. I am really struggling right now with Justin and "no, no." I feel like a broken record. A stressed out, ready to scream and run away broken record. I tell him no and he thinks that is his pass to do whatever it is I tell him not to. What stresses me out about this is that he KNOWS what "no" is. He tells me no when he doesn't want something and if Jesse tells him no, he stops doing whatever he is doing. So it isn't that he doesn't no what no is. You know?

Anyway, Wednesday Justin woke up @ 6 a.m. (he typically wakes up between 7:30 and 8). I woke up, Jesse was on the floor curled up in a ball and my stomach was hurting....really badly.

Jesse and I spent the next 48 hours either curled up in a ball or in the bathroom and Justin spent most of it in his crib watching *gasp* cartoons. We were both here...so, so, so sick...and had absolutely NO ONE to help us out. Literally no one. No friends, no family, no anyone. I felt so bad for Justin, I felt like a horrible mother for leaving him in his crib, but I couldn't even stand up straight. We were so sick.
So, go to the doctor, right? Nope. Not so much. The only place that takes our insurance around here is the hospital. None of the local doctors take it. So we are here...for at least four more months, likely 10 moremonths with no doctors in network. Can't go to the hospital and both be in the hospital because that would mean someone would have to keep an eye on Justin. Besides, I don't feel right going to the hospital for something like that.
 So I felt better for a day, then got sick all over again. I was in SO MUCH pain from my friends that still linger from labor....bleeding, dehydrated, cramped up. You name it. It was awful! We are both (nearly a week later) still not 100%. I just thank God that Justin never got it.
 So I felt better for a day, then got sick all over again. I was in SO MUCH pain from my friends that still linger from labor....bleeding, dehydrated, cramped up. You name it. It was awful! We are both (nearly a week later) still not 100%. I just thank God that Justin never got it. 
So wait, it gets better (better in a worse sense). In the last three days, Justin has held his breath and passed out FOUR different times. And just for the record, none of these times have been when he was in his crib. We weren't neglectful, just weak and incapable at the time. He is sinking back into that everytime he doesn't get what he wants, he just starts to scream, sucks in, passes out. After he comes to, he does one of threethings- he either starts screaming again or looks at you like "what are you holding me for?" or goes to sleep. He is also slowly reverting to beating his head against things again. He has started biting me and pinching me when he gets mad, too.

He is getting sleep. Lots of sleep but he always seems so sleepy. Sunday morning he got up @ 4 am and we were up until 5:30 am. I fed him because I thought maybe he was hungry...but then he wanted to play. I was still recovering, I had a horrible migraine and I hadn't gone to bed until midnight. So I played for a while and then I laid him back down. He fussed for a while then finally went back to sleep.
I've started tryng to feed Justin healthier food since we have all started eating better. He was eating the healthiest out of all of us, anyway, but I wanted more fruits and veggies to go into his system. He is turning his nose up at everything I make...save for the grilled cheese. He doesn't want yogurt, doesn't want oatmeal, doesn't want ANY fruit...and I'm so frustrated. He wants goldfish and pringles (thanks for that, Jesse). :
Jesse and I have started arguing again, the house is a mess, I miss my mom, my son won't listen. When I try to tell him to do something, he hits the ignore button. We can't go outside because it is cold and raining, we don't know anyone and I am so beyond frustrated that it isn't even the slightest bit funny. I nearly just dropped everything and walked out of the hosue the other day. Justin was screaming, Jesse was lecturing and I had enough. I've never had enough to the point that I wanted to walk away and that scares me. Am I really not cut out for this whole staying at home and being a mom stuff? I thought I was adapting to it, but maybe I'm not? Maybe I'm not as good at this as I thought I was?
 
				
		 
 
		 
					 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
  
 
		 
  
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		