Hi
I'm in the middle of a PTSD and OCD meltdown so I'm desperately trying to seek enough help on here which will calm me enough to be able to sleep so that I can work tomorrow. Then i have therapy booked for Thursday and am actively seeking a PTSD therapist. I'm desperately trying to deal with this myself so that my sons aren't aware and also I don't want to put this burden onto my husband. He's gone through this too, and he's so supportive but there's only so many times you can tell someone to stop thinking a certain way before you just realise you're banging your head against a brick wall (he's never said this to me but he'd be well within his rights to think it!).
I'm sorry I have posted on here before about this and have name changed because I'm so embarrassed that I keep asking about the same thing. I have OCD and it's part of that I think.
Long story short my son was born with a heart defect. He had surgery at two weeks old and after the surgeons said he was "fixed" and to treat him normally. He's nearly three now, doing amazing and has done great at his check ups. He's now on yearly check ups. Summarizing it like that does sort of minimise how traumatic the whole thing was. We had no idea he was poorly until he was born, then at 8 days old he was transferred by ambulance to a large children's hospital, he was ventilated then had his 8 hour surgery. Given scary survival odds. He did amazing after surgery and we went home 10 days post op. He did leave with two blood clots so we had to inject him with blood thinners every day, unfortunately the injection site moved and he developed a hematoma so was admitted again and had his medication changed. A few weeks later the clots went and he did amazing again. You would never know what he's been through to look at him. He's hilarious, massive, and strong as an ox. I'll never forget the pained cry he made though when he had the hemotoma and I had no idea. I thought he had reflux. So many complex memories.
My problem is that I cannot stop blaming myself for him having the heart defect. I am convinced I caused it by either:
- not taking prenatal vitamins
- getting covid and high fever at 7 weeks gestation
I go down rabbit holes reading about when the heart is formed etc. Tonight I have asked chatgpt and found out that the week the part of the heart is formed where my son had his defect is the week I had covid. I cannot stop obsessing over it being logical to think that this fever caused the defect.
I can't forgive myself, the pain and regret is indescribable. I don't know how to enjoy anything. I live every day petrified for the future and the fact that I caused this eats me alive. I don't know what to do. I cannot practise radical acceptance as some people in my life have suggested. It's too painful.
Please help me