Monday, February 11, 2008

Raw

Raw. That is the best description of how I feel today. The past 3 weeks have been one drama to the next with no sign of letting up. We got a tummy bug which landed our baby in the hospital for a total of 6 days. Long story short, super fancy little guy hospital released our kid twice for him to go home and get sicker. Finally 3 days in another hospital Jack was really healthy enough to go home. I am disgusted at the special hospital, I use to take patients there. I use to have a good amount of respect for that establishment. I was wrong. If I had not been so pushy my kid could have died. Bottom line truth. Could you imagine if I had been a mother with a communication problem, or a mom without the courage to stick her 2 cents in?
Well Jack is finally back to being his oh so charming teething, about to turn one cranky little bugger. Did I mention we have a tough day? These days I wonder how I am going to make it through 8 hours. Sleep is not happening. I am starting to resent nursing. How sad is that? I just want my bed back. I want some sleep. I want my family to be healthy. Adorable husband spiked 102.0 tonight. I was supposed to go get my hair done tomorrow. I canceled. *sigh* Jack's birthday is Wednesday. I wanted to make is special and fun. My ability to be charming left about a week ago. Right now I sit here typing to have 10 minutes alone while sick husband has the screaming baby. I feel horrible.
I am about to turn the big 3-0. I feel lost today. I feel like I am someone's chew toy, someone's personal behind wiper, someone's cook, maid, chauffeur, nurse, secretary, accountant, personal shopper, memory and laundromat. I don't feel like me. I don't feel like I know me.
No one tells you this part of motherhood before you join the club. If they did, there would be less mothers.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Im sorry you're going through this. Motherhood can be rougher than going through boot camp while creating from a Martha Stewart recipe while being sleep deprived. I am thankful Jack is okay and that you are always in tune to what he needs and whether he is in trouble.

Reading your post brought me back to when my son was in the hospital as a newborn. I wish I could get on a plane and fly to your house and babysit the children while you sleep and get Jack a bottle just so you can sleep.

I was 30 three years ago... so I can tell you that it is a fantastic age to be. Things will get better, hang in there sweetie.

--Adrienne