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Things I’m Afraid To Tell You–I (can’t) do it myself

There are lots of things that I’m afraid of. Lately, it’s that I’m not stacking up as a mother to Joshua. Or that I’ll never fit into my regular clothes again, never mind anything smaller than that.

I’m also afraid of my feet hanging over the edge of the bed, getting poop on my hands (though vom–real vom, not spit up– doesn’t bother me), being buried alive, and running out of coffee (or wine).

But the thing that I’m afraid to say out loud, the thing that scares the shit out of me most, is that I cannot do it all myself. Sometimes I need help and I find it nearly impossible to ask for it when I need it.

I thought about this post for three days. What would I say? Would I be silly? Serious? Both?

I wanted to write that I’ve been afraid to say that I’m coping well emotionally and mentally with being a mom to two. Sure, there are moments when I want to run screaming for the nearest bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (or Tahiti. Whichever.) but that most of the time, things are good.

That I am good.

And then days like this one happen.

Joshua’s up early. Emma won’t be put down. She spits up all over everything, including her brother, prompting two clothing changes before my first cup of coffee. He’s whiny. She’s fussy. I’m starving and can’t eat breakfast because everything involving either of them requires both of hands.

She falls asleep just as he needs me to wipe his butt and putting her down to take care of him means she’s awake and I’m starting the process all over again.

And the giant lump of Overwhelmed climbs up into my throat and threatens tears.

Then the doctor’s office happened today, which isn’t a normal occurrence, thank God. Nurse Lemon-Face-Who-Maybe-Hates-Kids is bothered by Joshua’s curiosity and need for me. Which annoys me. But I’m not annoyed with her.

I find that I’m annoyed with him because he needs so much of my attention. That he needs validation from me for the things he’s saying and doing. He doesn’t just need it. He demands it. And I’m downright irritated about it.

The nurse practitioner asks how I’m doing and I force out a clipped “I’m…managing” with a glance behind me at Joshua who is asking me another question and beside me to Emma who is screaming on the table.

And then another lump climbs up. This one is named Guilt, cousin to Self-Loathing who has also joined in the attempt to make me cry. I’m guilty because what kind of mother gets annoyed with her child for needing her attention? And then I hate myself a little bit for both feeling guilty and for being annoyed.

After doing my best to pay attention to her appointment and to his need for approval, I was spent. And when Emma got her shots and cried, I sobbed all over that exam table.

I sobbed and apologized. For her physical pain, for neglecting him, for hating myself.

Dan stopped in after lunch today and planned to go back to work for the afternoon. I’d gotten Emma to sleep in the Rock-n-Play. I’d put Joshua down for a nap without a fuss. My emotions were settling. And then the dog laid down on the leg of the Rock-n-Play and woke Emma up and I said words that would make my mama blush and then sobbed some more.

I sobbed that I wanted to be normal. I want to be able to handle days like today and shrug them off more easily than I do.

I want to remember to “Finish each day” like I tell so many other women to do.

I told Dan I needed him to stay home this afternoon and he did. That was huge for me, both the asking and the having him here. He took Emma for a drive and I got to lay down by myself for some rest. When they got back and I woke up, I felt better. A little more centered.

I need help y’all. I can’t do it all by myself. And that’s the thing I’m most afraid to tell anyone.

A special thanks to Jess Constable and Ez of Creature Comforts for encouraging honest dialogue about the things, big and small, that we’re afraid to tell. And thanks to Robin for hosting the link-up. You can link up at Robin’s blog, Farewell Stranger, if you’ve got something to share.

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Thursday 20th of September 2012

So I find myself addicted to ur blogs now. I just read about clothes/body issues. And after this post, I have to tell u, thank u! It may have taken u a couple days debating on if u should write certain blogs, but it have only taken me second to relate to them and become thankful someone else is out there. Almost everyday it seems I am having some kind of moment. It has gotten better, it was way worse after my daughter was first born. They said it was postpartum and would go away with time. They lied, I feel like I have learned to handle it better, but I don't think it will ever go away. I actually believe it is just who I am, and has changed my personality forever. I cry a lot more, am not as "thick skinned" as I used to be (well emotionally, as I said I just wrote about all that skin in ur other post haha), and have less of a backbone than I used to. It comes with good things too, like I enjoy moments with my family more. My fiancée and daughter truly do make me happy. But after tonight, I am realizing that maybe its not just me. Maybe there are some of us that childbirth changes. For the good and bad. It at least makes me feel like I bypassedmthe looney bin at least one more day lol

Tracy @ The UnCoordinated Mommy

Tuesday 3rd of July 2012

Wow, I can so relate, but unfortunately I just have the one kid right now and am pregnant. I keep blaming it on being pregnant and hormones but I am secretly terrified that I'm going to lose it and not be able to handle two......

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Tuesday 19th of June 2012

I'm in it with you.

The other day we went through Starbucks because I promised E a cake pop for being a Big Boy. Well long story short, they both whined/cried while I ordered, while i picked up, and Charlie scream/cried the whole way home while E sang ABC's at the top of his little lungs to drown out his brother and get my attention.

I laughed the whole way home...because the only other option was bawling.

Julie S.

Tuesday 19th of June 2012

This sounds like me a lot of the time. Going from one kid to two is HARD and it truly takes a village! Kudos to you for speaking up when you need help. It's hard for us moms to do that. We want to just conquer it all and do it all at 100% when that isn't reality.

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