Productivity

July 27, 2010

I have come up to NY for the week to visit my family and hopefully restore some of my lost sanity. Although with my family that last part might be a pipe dream. That is to say that my family is quite nutty in general, the good kind, not that they would reduce my sanity further. Anywho, if I could direct your attention to the left side of the tram you will now see some actual knitting on this here blog.

Ta-da! The lovely Parnassius Apollo Beret, she is finished. I can now check one thing off of my summer UFO knitting list. And now that victory is short lived as I am reminded of a pair of mittens and hat languishing away on the needles for the Monkey. So those will be added to the list. Ha, and here I was so happy to reduce my list by one. Oh well. I have been enjoying the knitting that I am able to accomplish in the evenings here once the boys are in bed. It’s someone else’s house, and I am on orders to rest and recoup, not worry about housework, and that is infinitely easier at someone else’s house.

In that manner, I have been productively unproductive during the days, my main concern being two very important little boys. Once in a great while they allow me the luxury of going to the bathroom or grabbing a glass of water. I have to say though, the littlest is quite demanding and rarely lets me eat a warm meal, he feels it would be too excitable to my system, and so my meals are stolen in a few mad dash moments, and stone cold.

The heat broke and it was absolutely beautiful out, so out we went. Under my mother’s maples by the swing and just enjoyed the breeze, the shade, the dappled sunshine on the blanket, and each other.

Why yes, that is a grin.

Finn, checking in.

There is a bird in the bird bath, oh yes, a bird.

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Life, in general

July 19, 2010

A lot has happened since my last post about having PPD. It’s only been a week, but a world of change is going on. Mostly for the good. So here is a very long post with some knitting in it to boot. Grab a cup of coffee (hot if you are lucky) and sit down with me.

So I called Crystal (my midwife/bestfriend) last weekend and basically sobbed the whole time. She listened and said it sounds like the underlying problem is that I am getting little to no sleep. She said she thinks my ppd would get better if I could get some good sleep and told me that it was imperative to do so, even if it meant getting a hotel room for a night by myself.

After talking to her I came back into the house and broke the news to the hubby and Monkey. Both were and are extremely supportive. We sat down and had a long talk and came up with a game plan, Operation Save Mom. A hotel was out of the question because even without the baby I would still need to get up every couple of hours to pump milk. I decided it would be best for Seannan and I to move out to the futon in the living room for a week to catch up on sleep and that he would sleep in bed with me rather than his bassinet. That way when he woke to nurse I could just pop a boob in his mouth and fall back asleep myself. We also planned that on Friday’s hubby would take Seannan after he nursed at night and do all the burping and getting him back to sleep, and then I would let hubby sleep in on Saturday. What’s more is that he is going to take over the first night feeding whenever I wish that way if I feel I really need the extra sleep or had a particularly bad day I can get several good solid hours of sleep under my belt. All that breast milk in the freezer is going to pay off. The Monkey is great about watching Finny for me during the day when Seannan sleeps so I can take a nap as well when I need it. So, the sleep issue has been addressed and I am feeling better already.

Perfectionism, I have a problem with it and it’s hindering me from getting the rest I need and deserve. I look around my house and the clutter really stresses me out, I want to clean it up. My housework routine calls to me and I have really had to turn a blind eye and just accept that I have a high needs baby and ppd and right now housework isn’t the top priority. Taking care of myself and my baby is.  My hubby is very eager to help, but I’m always swooping down on him when he fumbles at something and saying, “Never mind, I’ll do it.” He isn’t going to get any better at the newborn care stuff if I keep doing that so I had to make a clear decision to stop doing that to him. Seannan will survive if he isn’t swaddled perfectly or if it takes Daddy ten minutes to change a diaper. I really struggle with that and it was harder for me to let go than I expected. Especially when Seannan was crying, I wanted to go to him and comfort him, instead I have been mentally telling myself that Daddy is on it and Seannan is ok. This has been very freeing.

Some other things we discussed, I need to shower and get dressed every day. Wearing your pj’s for two days with no shower does not help depression. Also, I need a little time for myself every day to do something I enjoy, so I am making sure I get it and not worrying about the stupid house work when I do. Getting out side or out of the house has become a priority as well. I bought myself a bottle of Bach’s Rescue Remedy and I keep it handy through out the day. It helps and I wish I had tried this stuff ages ago. Finally I encapsulated my placenta, something I was planning on having done anyway. Unfortunately Crystal had to go out of town on some very important family business and she was going to do it for me. A very sweet online friend sent me an encapsulating kit and I did it tonight. It was disgusting and bizarre and slightly cool and I will never do it again, but I hope it’s worth it. I have read so many great things about taking placenta capsules during your postpartum period.

So where does all this leave us? Well, getting there. I think just realizing that I had reached the bottom and needed help and coming up with a plan of treatment was half the battle. Seannan’s reflux is getting better day by day, his sleep is regulating and he is becoming a more pleasant baby with each passing day. He even hangs out without crying a few times each day so I can stare into his sweet brown eyes and nibble his toes. Toe nibbling is very good for ppd. Big Sissy has taken Finny under her wing and really helps me out with him. Finny of course is very pleased because he missed his Big Sissy terribly while she was away in NY. I still don’t get a whole lot of time with Finny right now and that hurts, but I know that Seannan will grow fast and soon I will be able to enjoy both of them playing on the floor and outside, etc. I have been getting some sleep, not consecutively, but at least I am getting sleep. It’s amazing how terrible you feel and how quickly you spiral down without sleep. Night time is not so desperate or long. Seannan is getting better at nursing and going right back to sleep…except for that time after 3 a.m. I don’t know what it is, but I will be up sometimes for nearly 2 hours trying to get him settled and back to sleep. He is a lazy nurser and sleeps much better with a full belly, but that’s hard to do when he’s so sleepy that he keeps falling asleep on the boob, especially in the middle of the night. Often Travis will get up with him if he gets up after 6 in the morning so I can get some sleep, then he will wake me up at 7 so he can get ready for work and so Seannan can nurse.

For my birthday Travis and the kids got me the KnitPicks Options needle set. I am ridiculously happy about this as I have wanted a set ever since they came out, but it’s one of those things I never buy for myself. Yay! I love them and I think I might save up and get the Harmony set as well. I tried a pair of the Harmony straights at SnB and loved them! Ah, speaking of SnB I am going babyless from now on, except when I want to tote Seannan along. I am so happy about it as it gives me a night out without any kids. Travis said he really enjoyed his time with the boys too (Elizabeth came with me last week) and is looking forward to that time.

I am nearly finished with my first UFO from the list, the beret. And of course as soon as I cross it off I will be adding a UFO I forgot about, the Monkey’s mittens and hat she requested. So I’m back to square one, but who cares, it’s knitting and very therapeutic. Besides, the beret is just smashing.

I know it’s only been a week, and I know I won’t get better over night, but I am recovering and I am seeing a difference. I know people have been praying for me. Thanks to my family for the sweet cards, knowing you are thinking of me helps a lot. I still have bad days, but I think we have finally turned the corner and I’m having more good days than bad.


Postpartum Depression

July 13, 2010

Right now my life has been turned inside out. I don’t feel like me anymore, I’m not even really sure who I feel like. Each moment I feel the tears bubbling under the surface, just waiting for some ridiculous excuse to come spilling over. Nights are hardest. The night is long, and dark and filled with despair. A crying baby is enough to send me over the edge. Sleep is a distant memory, something I chase, but never seem to catch. Normal, routine, these are words from my past. Instead of enjoying my beautiful new baby, I spend my time looking down at him wondering what I have done for the two of us to be stuck in this nightmare. Wondering when it will end, when things will get better.

I’m supposed to be enjoying my babymoon, not praying that I can just get through the next five minutes and then the next five minutes. I’m supposed to be laughing and smiling at my gurgling baby boy. Now I hold a screaming infant and I feel helpless to do anything. I feel this disconnect from him, I can’t seem to understand him to help him. I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.

My dear sweet knitting friends threw me a birthday party tonight. It was hard to enjoy, and I hate saying that. I felt like I was stuck behind a glass partition, looking out at everyone’s joy and feeling the mud of depression sucking me down. I wanted to be happy and have fun, but it was just so much effort. I felt bad for feeling this way. I’m tired of feeling like this, feeling empty, feeling desperate, feeling angry and at times feeling nothing at all. I just want to be me again and I want Seannan to be a happy, comfortable baby.


UFO’s be gone!

July 9, 2010

So I whittled down my UFO basket and I now have a list of them to finish this summer…

Here goes nothing.

Broadripple Socks

Skew Socks

Qiviuk Webs Scarf

Ribbed Lace Bolero

Parnassius Apollo Beret

The Monkey’s hat & mitten set

Sheesh! And I ripped out a bunch that were in my basket.


UFO’s, lots of them

July 7, 2010

My dear little Seannan has seen fit to grant me some time to myself in the evening. Mighty sweet of the little guy considering he keeps me hopping the rest of the day and night. From the second his eyes close in the evenings I rush. I rush to go do some sorely neglected chore quickly, then it’s into the shower…sometimes, then I can finally relax and slow down and breathe.

Tonight I was looking at my UFOs (for you non-knitters, that’s knit speak for unfinished objects) in my UFO basket…which is over flowing. I decided it’s time to prioritize. So, I’m ripping and frogging and figuring out what I really want to finish. That’s my summer knitting goal, to finish my UFO’s.

And because I never seem to post pictures anymore, some gratuitous shots of the family…

Mama's couch potato

Hanging with Dad

The Boys

Mr. December on the Super Cute Fireman's Calander


Irony

July 2, 2010

Reading my last post kind of makes me want to kick myself in the butt. Since that post we have discovered that Seannan has reflux. Life has been very interesting since. I have a little boy who used to put himself to sleep. Now he wants to nurse himself to sleep. Once asleep, he only sleeps for about an hour, two if I’m really lucky. We rarely get time with an alert infant who is not screaming and that really makes me sad. This is supposed to be our baby moon, and instead it’s turning into a nightmare.

Seannan’s routine is pretty simple these days. Sleep, wake up, get his pants changed while screaming, eat, and go right back to sleep. Once in a while we will get a few moments with a little guy whose eyes are open and who is not screaming. They are fleeting and greatly appreciated. The rest of the time I have a baby who is screaming and I can’t make him comfortable. It’s left me sitting on the living room floor sobbing a few times already, heh, and he’ll only be 4 weeks old on Sunday. I keep telling myself these first few months are the hardest and will pass. Unfortunately, I want more of those first few months than just trying to get by. I want to enjoy my new little bundle.

Each day we are getting better at making him more comfortable. And hopefully each day his reflux is getting better. I stopped reading The Baby Whisperer for now. It’s just too frustrating right now. We will work on sleep problems once I have a baby who is not feeling so lousy most of the time.