Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The past 2 weeks....

Well, I finally managed to find a few minutes to update the blog. The past 2 weeks being a Mom have been tough. I have been struggling with post pardom. Turns out from friends and family this is quite common, although I WAS NOT prepared to have it, or deal with it. I just fell apart it seemed. I would cry constantly over nothing really. I didn't really want to deal with her. It was almost like I was afraid of her. I didn't want to be alone with her. I really struggled whe David went back to work after the first week. I would get so wound up I would feel so sick and could not force myself to eat, hence my 36 pound weight loss. And I had only gained 1 1/2 lbs more than I was before I was pregnant with her. So, although I didn't loose it a good way, I would like to keep it off and even loose some more. I just felt so overwhelmed. I just felt like if David was just here I would feel better.
Friends and family once they realized what was happening really stepped up to help. I have been overwhelmed with love and support from everyone. People have been making us meals, stopping by and keeping me occupied or helping with Kaylynn. I JUST NOW am starting to feel ok. Like my sister in law Marianne said, we'll be ok, we just have to find our new "normal." And that is another thing that was and is hard, but getting better, is we have done whatever we wanted for the past 12 years. We've been married for 9 years and it is hard to find a new sense of how it's going to be from here on out. Not bad I guess, just different. It is starting to fall into place, probably will more so when I go back to work Sept 6th when we'll be back to more of a routine.
So, I would like to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers and help over the past 2 weeks! We truly are Blessed!!

1 comment:

Faithe said...

April, I can relate. After having my first one, I could not have made it without my mother-in-law. We lived in a mobile home on the home farm, and there were times I'd call her and tell her to please come and get John Mark....I just couldn't take it any more. He was SOOOOO fussy, and looking back, I'm sure it was because I was so upset myself. It was a vicious cycle... the more upset I got, the more he cried. And the more he cried, the more upset I got. John or his mom could come and take him and he quit fussing.
I remember so well those crying (me crying), stressful days. But it got better by and by and we survived!!! Just know, you're definitely not alone. I wish we lived closer...I'd take her for a day, or part of a day to give you a break. I am so anxious to come and see her, but don't know when that will be. Camp meeting starts next week and the days between now and then are so full!
Will be praying for all of you. Love you bunches!!
Aunt Faithe