So a week ago I had a surgical abortion and had the coil fitted at the same time. I have felt awful ever since. Like physically in pain, feel like im going to vommit, sore all over and falling asleep really early alot of the time as well as emotionally.
Dh took a couple of weeks off work to help me out while I recovered from everything. Which was amazing of him but since day 2 hes just treated his time off as an excuse to game and is coming to bed at 5 in the morning!.
This has ment while feeling horrific for countless reasons and being in agony when passing clots through the night im up at 5:30 with our youngest (6 month) and joined by our oldest (2 years) at 8:00.
Iv tend to wake him up at one in the afternoon after the kids have had lunch or whatever but otherdays iv took the kids out and not come home til 5:00 im the evening and hes still in bed!
Last night I explained to him how bad I feel because although iv told him I feel crap I never explained how bad so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I told him im exhausted and just need to catch up on my sleep and hes says hell come bed with me early, watch films and hell get up with the kids today.
Well im chuffed we watch some films I fall asleep at around ten and at midnight im woke up. Dh is bringing the xbox upstairs!
I wake up on and off through the night a mixture or pain and the tv. When I last checked my phone its 4:30!
Our youngest woke up this morning and dh is dead to the world. I get up feed and change little man and wait for dd to get up.
After her breakfast I gave dh a nugde and asked if he could get up as I feel hideous and want to book a doctors appointment and could just do with the help.
He then shoots off at me! Like really shouts at me about how hes not slept and how inconsiderate I am! That hes off work and wants to enjoy his time off and sleep in.
All of this wouldnt normally bother me but the fact iv been feeling crap for a week and have left him to do his own shit for a week! Sleep in for a week! Iv Been running round despite feeling like in dying for a week! Doing the shopping alone, nursery run alone so on so on....
I literally asked him to throw me a bone today and he can be bothered because he was up gaming all night!
Im now crying downstairs feeling like crap and feeling like iv been unreasonable for asking for help.
Ill have to take the two kids the doctors with me which is a nightmare because the double pram in so heavy and im so fucking sore.
Was ibu to ask him to get up? Have ibu through the week?