This is my journey as a mother with lupus. Being a mommy is hard enough for any healthy women, but lupus adds a whole new set of challenges and struggles. This will be my space to talk about all the ups and downs of life.
7.15.2008
It's ok... It's not all in your head.
I believe the hardest time I have had with being a 'broken' mommy was right after my oldest daughter was born. At that time I had not been diagnosed and honestly didn’t think that I had anything THAT serious wrong with me. I was convinced I was lazy, a horrible mother. I had just had a child and moved two hours away from my support system, I honestly believed that I was just depressed and should just be able to get over it. There were days when I physically could not pick her. I and she would lay in the floor and I would give her whatever she needed, we’d just do it in the floor. She would cry and all I could do was cuddle next to her. I was the one who was supposed to get up with her at night but I could not get out of bed when I heard her cry. I always woke up but I could not make myself get out of bed no matter what I tryed. I would have to wake her father up, after he had worked a full day. He would come home from work, as soon as he walked in I would go to bed. I was to tired to think or deal with anything. I felt like such a failure. At that time my relationship with her father was not going well. He had to work all the time, leaving me at home with a child I could barely take care of. He did not understand what was going on. Then three weeks after she was born I had to have emergency gall bladder removal. That just added to the distance that was growing between me and my daughter. I would have given anything to pick her up and cuddle her all the time. I would cry myself to sleep thinking that I was ruining everything. There was lots of guilt and inadequacy. I was not until I was diagnosed almost 2 ½ years later that I could finally start getting over the emotions. It all made since as to why I could not do it, I still get all upset when I think about that time. I don’t know if I will ever fully get over it but I am more at peace with it now. I would like to think that had I been diagnosed at the time I would have been able to ask for the help I desperately needed. Thankfully I have managed to developed a great relationship with her since then. She is now 5 and wonderful. She understands that sometimes she just has to crawl into Mommy’s lap. Light hugs and bunches of kisses are always required.
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Hi,
ReplyDeleteI really like the name Mommy's Broken, its so true this crap makes you feeel that a way. It takes what could do to what barely can do. WOuld ya like to exchange links?
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