I remember this stage so well
i had two-11 months and a week between them
It was all about just getting through that minute-I remember thinking ‘just get to quarter past-don’t even think about half past-deal with it as it comes’
the days just went on forever and a day-I’d be up at half 5 at the latest,get through the day best I could,and then bedtime-to look forward to another night of broken sleep-get up on 5 hours if your lucky and do it all again
it was the chaos,the turn-your-back and something else happens-deal with that-only to stumble into the next set of chaos-rinse and repeat all day
the whinging on top of that-that non-stop,low grade whinging that goes through your skull-so I’d take them out,just to get away from it-they’d do exactly what yours have done-there was no escape
It didn’t help that everytime I tried to reach out for help,my mother would tell me ‘I had 4 of you!twins on top!you lot never did anything like that!your doing it all wrong!it’s not them!your just a shit mother!’
wht helped was finding a group of mums that got it-in my case it was a one parent group-those mums kept me together-no judging,no shame,no telling me I was getting it wrong-just a group of women who got it-we supported each other
then,they started school and it got better-the years slipped by and they are all grown up now
(and my dad tells me my mother did have it hard-she’d been there herself-but she’s that narcissistic,she believes she was perfect and sailed through it all-it’s all insta mums in her head-smoke,mirrors and bullshit)
you’ve got this-your an amazing mum who is just struggling-ask for some support and I know it’s not much use now-but they do grow up and you’ll look back and be so proud of yourself for surviving