gforperplexed
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Hi everyone, our first child is on his 8th day in the NICU. He was born at 25+1. He's doing well all things considered. However, I'm not. I realize there's a lot of these posts, but I am so overwhelmed and I just need to take a minute to yell into the void here.
I am exhausted. The pregnancy was a shit show and long story short, we were supposed to have twins, one died and I delivered her vaginally a week prior to our son. My C-section recovery has been tough and I'm in some sort of pain most of the time.
Pumping sucks and is so stressful - Did I clean the parts good enough? Am I making enough? I missed a pump, is that going to impact my supply?
I feel so guilty when I leave the NICU and so useless when I'm there. I feel like I should know what I'm doing but I don't, and there's all these wires and devices to work around, and it seems like the nurses and dad do it better anyway.
I hate hearing the alarms and knowing I can't do anything - or worse yet that they aren't accurate and mean nothing and the thing that it's alarming for is actually being measured by some other machine??
I hate everyone texting me and calling every day - How are you? How's baby? I don't have the capacity to inform everyone of everything. Like I'm barely remembering to eat and drink between everything and you expect me to just drop everything to satisfy your curiosity? God forbid the person I don't text back is my mother, because then I get the "You're too busy to reply to your mother?" guilt trip.
I hate being told "make sure you're journaling and keeping track of everything so you can look back!" See above. I'm lucky to remember to drink. Quit telling me what else I need to be doing.
I hate being 7 hours away from my husband, my dogs and my home.
I hate having virtually zero privacy.
I love my little boy, but mostly I fucking hate this jOuRnEy we are on.
I am exhausted. The pregnancy was a shit show and long story short, we were supposed to have twins, one died and I delivered her vaginally a week prior to our son. My C-section recovery has been tough and I'm in some sort of pain most of the time.
Pumping sucks and is so stressful - Did I clean the parts good enough? Am I making enough? I missed a pump, is that going to impact my supply?
I feel so guilty when I leave the NICU and so useless when I'm there. I feel like I should know what I'm doing but I don't, and there's all these wires and devices to work around, and it seems like the nurses and dad do it better anyway.
I hate hearing the alarms and knowing I can't do anything - or worse yet that they aren't accurate and mean nothing and the thing that it's alarming for is actually being measured by some other machine??
I hate everyone texting me and calling every day - How are you? How's baby? I don't have the capacity to inform everyone of everything. Like I'm barely remembering to eat and drink between everything and you expect me to just drop everything to satisfy your curiosity? God forbid the person I don't text back is my mother, because then I get the "You're too busy to reply to your mother?" guilt trip.
I hate being told "make sure you're journaling and keeping track of everything so you can look back!" See above. I'm lucky to remember to drink. Quit telling me what else I need to be doing.
I hate being 7 hours away from my husband, my dogs and my home.
I hate having virtually zero privacy.
I love my little boy, but mostly I fucking hate this jOuRnEy we are on.