Worry monkeys

The worry monkeys come at night,
They creep inside my brain,
They wait until I'm sleeping tight,
Then wake me up again,

They toss my worries in the air,
And make me feel quite nervous,
They tell me that life isn't fair,
And all I do is worthless,

I worry about everything,
That could possibly go wrong,
I feel like such a weakling,
When really I'm quite strong,

In the morning I feel drained,
Rather than refreshed,
Those worry monkeys in my brain,
Won't let me get my rest.


Anyone else had this problem?

The worry monkeys overwhelmed me when I had PTSD & I literally could not close my eyes. Luckily for me counselling & meds really helped, my worry monkeys are being controlled.

What do you do to get rid of yours?

Love to hear from you - comment below or Twitter @newmumkaboom

Newmumkaboom x

Real mummy life

Idealistic pre-mummy + Frantic actual mummy = Real mummy life

Things I thought I would do on maternity leave..

• be very tired
• stare lovingly at the baby for hours
• sleep when the baby slept
• sleep with the baby next to me
• enjoy smiles and giggles from the baby
• sunbathe while the baby slept
• go out for coffees and lunches
• have date nights while the baby's with a babysitter

Things I actually did on my maternity leave...

• Realised why sleep deprivation is used as a tool of torture
• stared at the baby with a growing sense of confusion
• discovered that some babies grunt loudly when sleeping (apparently quite normal -who knew?!?)
• realised that grunting makes it impossible to sleep next to the baby
• found out that babies don't smile or giggle for bloody ages.. they just poop, eat and cry
• found out that instead of sunbathing, coffees and lunches I would be constantly feeding, changing, washing and sleeping
• As for date nights... ha, my husband was lucky if he found me dressed in something other than a fluffy dressing gown covered in baby sick & smelling of poop - I certainly wasn't bringing sexy back  

Things I thought I would do with a toddler...

• finally leave the toddler with a friend so my husband and I could have a date night
• teach my toddler lots of new things
• get stupidly excited when my toddler learned something new
• dance around the living room to cheesy music
• jump in lots of puddles
• sing songs
• run and run until we could run no more
• kiss my toddler lots
• cuddle my toddler a bit too much
• giggle until our tummies hurt

Things I actually do with my toddler...

• all of the above

I hope my lists made you smile! 

Below is a pic of my little man joining in with some dancing at Kew Gardens - you can't see it but he's smiling from ear to ear. 

Having a baby is really hard work for all new parents. This especially true for parents who experience PND or PTSD. There is support if you are struggling, please seek help through your GP you can be referred through the NHS or through private healthcare.

It might take a while to get there but you can recover... you are great parents fighting to emerge from a grey cloud. Keep on going ... it's worth the fight. 

I am taking part in www.newmummyblog.com #thebabyformula

Support

In triage I was told I was doing great, 

That the baby’s now coming and it’s all down to fate,

I entrusted myself to that clinical place, 

I trusted the professionals to keep me safe,  

The doula told me that I could breath through the pain, 

That I didn’t need to feel anguish or shame, 

That my baby was coming in this lovely room,

With candles and music and it would happen so soon,

But our perfect birth was not meant to be, 

The midwives rushed in just to tell me, 

The decision to put you here was all wrong, 

The baby’s in danger you’re being moved along,

The words you spoke ripped through my calm,

They caused me to feel unsafe and alarmed,

The next contraction hit like a wave,

A pain so harsh it ripped me away, 

After that time went by in a blur, 

You told us how unlucky we were, 

To be there on the busiest day, 

With no-one available to relieve my pain,

I entrusted myself to that clinical place, 

I trusted the professionals to keep me safe,  

But there weren’t enough staff to care for us, 

And now I will tell you what that does, 

It causes women to suffer in pain, 

It makes them scared to do it again, 

It sends their mind to a dark place, 

It wipes the smile off of their face, 

It triggers nightmares, panic and tears,

It fills women full of anguish and fears, 

It takes women who should be great Mums,

And makes them feel like terrible ones, 

This is too high a price to pay, 

For any woman on any day,

Ensuring a woman has a supported birth,

Now can you tell me what that’s worth?

Representing! Baby dolls for boys

Not really a list more of a catalogue of what I did when faced with the question do I buy my boy a doll?

So, my little man is starting to engage in small world play and I was faced with the question - Do I get him a doll? Now the husbands immediate response was obviously NO. However, I managed to talk him around pretty swiftly after explaining as a 'new man' he had changed as many nappies as me, so why is it strange if his son has a baby doll? At which point he started to relent. I went on to explain that small world play brings on a wealth of routine language which otherwise boys can miss. (This can also be achieved with teddy but I did not tell my husband that)We change the baby's nappy, the baby goes to potty, we feed the baby etc. 

Now I had got the husbands agreement, with the caveat that we were to get him boy baby doll, I set about looking on google for said doll. (By the way, now I am well into recovery from the PTSD, shopping is a fun, leisurely activity rather than that frantic, obsessive type of shopping! As discussed in previous post here.

I decided that if my boy was only getting one doll, we should get one that:

- looked like him 

- one that represented his origins

- I'm South American and my husband is white 

- so I needed a doll somewhere in-between

Here I ran into the first problem, most baby dolls in the UK are white, dark brown or black. He is none of the above so I:

- searched for mixed-race dolls and drew a blank

- searched in America - again nothing

- then I found an American thread which advised looking for a hispanic doll.. bingo! I found this gorgeous baby doll.

 

Now this baby doll cost me £25 and took weeks to come over from the states, it was also quite small when it arrived but I felt it was worth it, to give my son a doll which he could relate to. One which he could feel close to & which he could bond with. 

The day it arrived I unwrapped it with excitement and handed him his new baby. I carefully showed him how we put the baby to bed, and hug and kiss the baby... after 5 mins of small world play, I looked at him feeling super happy with myself. At which point he chucked the doll in the corner, picked up his train and his power toys and tore off round the living room shouting, "train, hammer, train, hammer, hammer, train".

BLOODY MEN!

My only child - an open letter to my friend

An open letter to my friend

Today I told you that we've decided to stick at one child and that we are happy as a three and you replied: 

'Of course you will have another one! You can't have just one child, he will have no-one to play with.'

You do not know the anguish such words cause me. 

You are not there when tears spring to my eyes because I am scared my decision is a selfish one. You are not sitting with me as I google over and over 'should I have a second child?'. You don't have to sit with me reading threads of happy only children, just so I can find some reassurance. 

What shocks me is that you were there after I had my son. You saw the grey cloud, the emptiness in my eyes, the lost months, the broken years. You saw me struggling to contain my tears and anxieties, you watched me bend, break and fight. 

I still hold such sadness in my heart because I was not really with my son when he was born, my mind was far away from him and I could not find my way back. It was a terrifying time for me, my husband and my whole family. 

Our  little boy was brought into the world because we longed for him and that thought kept me going. I did fight my way back from that darkness and my husband was with me every step of the way, we fought together until I felt like myself again. My love for my son grew so strong and now we are the strongest family I know.

My son is a happy, giggly boy, his Mum is a confident, feisty lady, his Dad is a chilled out, lovely man. We are not willing to compromise that happiness, and though that decision hurts me, it is the only way to protect our happy family of three. 

So my friend, please know this decision was not taken lightly. You have not lived my story so you will have a different chapter, but please respect mine. 

(Families come in all shapes and sizes - please add a comment or tweet me, I love to hear from you.)

Twitter @newmumkaboom

What My Hubby did..

So we left the hospital, me in a wheel chair and my husband carrying our new baby in the carrycot. I know, not the scene you expect when leaving hospital with your newborn. Anyone who has read my blog knows the birth did not go to plan and left me very weak, hence the wheelchair.

Much fun was had trying to get the carrycot strapped in correctly, many expletives later we were all loaded safely into the car. My husband turned to me and said 'I feel like we are stealing a baby!' We both looked at the tiny little man in the back of our car, the whole thing felt completely surreal.

This was a theme that continued when we got home. As we tried to get to grips with this new parenting lark, things descended into some kind of nightmarish farce.

I had read a book which advocated feeding on demand and was determined this was the right path to take. However, this was definitely a bad idea for us, I was incredibly weak and our baby fed every hour and a half, all day and all night. I was like a walking zombie after the first few days.

Because of the (as yet undiagnosed) PTSD my body was constantly on high alert and I was unable to sleep. Even when my husband took the baby for a walk, I would be shaking with exhaustion and still I could not sleep.

And instead of sleeping what did I do? Did I rest? Did I watch television? Did I knit? No, I compulsively shopped online (that was the PTSD again). I bought every little thing in the world that might save us from this horrendous situation we found ourselves in. I felt like - If I can't runaway maybe I can shop us out of this mess of constant feeding, overwhelming exhaustion and general WTF have we doneness.

A few weeks into the randomness hubby gently explained that we could start using bottles for some of the night feeds. He cleverly said it would help him bond with the little man and so with some trepidation, I agreed. No one mentioned what a pain in the arse that was going to be, sterilising, cooling, warming...we had just added yet another layer of crap to do, arghhh!

A few days later my husband opened the door to another delivery (he was already concerned I was shopping too much after we received a christmas card from the John Lewis delivery guy!) and now in front of him was a fridge, he looked at me with confusion. 'But we already have a fridge darling' he said through gritted teeth.. I calmly and rationally explained that we could use this fridge in our bedroom, to keep the milk in, so we wouldn't have to keep going downstairs to get milk, as I was worried one of us might trip and fall down the stairs.

Now up until this point hubby had been worried, he had shown concern, he had been incredibly patient accepting delivery after delivery of shite while wondering what the hell had happened to his wife, who seemed to have taken leave of her senses.

He explained to me that putting a great big, noisy fridge in our room would not help me to sleep. Now he was no longer patient, he was running his fingers through his hair, he was saying he couldn't understand my actions, he was appalled at the appearance of a fridge (in my defence it was a small fridge).

Things got dark between us, there were tears, snot and strong words were spoken. I just couldn't see a way back from this, I felt like we were falling apart, then he said 'hon, I think you might be very unwell, I have been reading up on your symptoms and I think maybe we should go to the doctors.' Then he held me in his arms, while I continued to sob big, snotty, sobs into his jumper, realising he was probably right, thanking my lucky stars that he was my hubby.

After the first diagnosis he downloaded a book called Surviving Postnatal Depression and read it cover to cover, after the PTSD diagnosis we researched together online. He told me that in some of those stories the couples didn't stay together, but that we would, because this would make us even stronger.

Through it all he supported me and his little boy every step of the way. He learned about what was happening to me and why, he came home early from work whenever he could, he supported so many of my choices throughout my illness and recovery, he took me to my first counselling session, my baby massage classes and he looked after our little one, so I could rest.

I still thank my lucky stars everyday that he's my hubby!

P.S. My husband just read this and asked me to add that the fridge is now a beer fridge in the garage - so all's well that ends well.

Understanding Postnatal Depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

I have heard lots of Mothers saying their partners, families or friends do not understand what they are going through. In an attempt to clear this up I have created a little blog:  

Please tick the statement you believe to be true:

Women with PND or PTSD

a) are finding motherhood difficult

b) are overwhelmed by the amount they have to do, now they have a baby

c) have a chemical/ hormonal imbalance which makes the simplest of tasks seem insurmountable, their world seem dark and their feelings out of control and confusing

I want you to imagine that someone has secretly gone into your brain and tinkered around with the wiring. Imagine they have turned off your ability to rationalise, to hope, to be happy and to love.

Now imagine you have been given your dream job. You knew the job would be demanding, with long hours and that there would be very little or no training. However, your coping mechanisms that should kick-in are non-existent. You are mentally incapable of enjoying the job, you cannot feel happy around other people and you begin to feel things are hopeless. You begin to think this job was the wrong choice and yearn to be back to your old self.

You start to feel extremely anxious and guilty that you are unable to cope with this new job. You worry that people are judging you and that you are not up to the task. You cannot understand why your unable to respond to the situation as you would have done before the re-wiring. You feel weak, confused, distressed and alone. You feel like no-one understands you, how could they? You do not even understand what is happening yourself. You feel the only option is to quit, escape or go back to a time before the job, when you were able to feel happiness, hope and love.

Now imagine that dream job is having and looking after a new baby. Imagine you have been left physically weak and mentally drained from the birth and now you have a small life in your hands. Imagine there is no escape, no rest and no recovery time. Imagine you cannot rationalise, feel hope, happiness or love. This is a glimpse of what Postnatal Depression feels like, it is very real and extremely terrifying and very hard for the person suffering to fully understand.

If a mother has also experienced a traumatic birth, where the baby’s life or her life has been threatened, or where medical intervention or a lack of care has taken place, she may also develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

It is thought these illnesses occur due to an imbalance of chemicals in the brain. At a time when the mother desperately wants to feel happy and loving, she cannot. At a time when she wants to enjoy this new family unit, she cannot. These feelings can last for weeks, months or years. It is vitally important that she feels supported by the people around her, this support will aid her recovery.

Women affected may experience some or all of the following symptoms:

Postnatal Depression

•    anxiety

•    panic attacks

•    sleeplessness

•    extreme tiredness

•    aches and pains

•    feeling generally unwell

•    memory loss or being unable to concentrate

•    feelings of not being able to cope

•    not being able to stop crying

•    loss of appetite

•    feelings of hopelessness

•    not being able to enjoy anything

•    loss of interest in the baby

•    excessive anxiety about the baby

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

•   exposure to a traumatic event 

•    nightmares

•    flashbacks

•    psychological distress

•    negative mood

•    altered sense of reality

•    inability to remember important aspects of the event

•    attempting to avoid symptoms and reminders of the event

•    problems with concentration

•    sleep disturbance 

•    hyper-vigilance

There are simple questionnaires, which can be carried out by a medical professional, to diagnose PND or PTSD.