Being a mum and being sick

[ecnatsid]

Why's it so hard as a mum when you're sick. I'm really struggling on day 3, lying on the couch after a giant argument with DH.

He has covid last week, entire family flocked to help him. He has every day alone to rest, all day until I got home at 5. He was on A/L so no worry about missing work/losing money etc.

Me and DS3 are really unwell, DS1 doesn't sleep for more than 4 hours without waking, I'm a student nurse so I've been on a continuous placement, I've had to take time off and that will need to be made up somewhere, causing more stress and anxiety over future childcare plans.

I just feel like I never get to rest, not properly and it's severe mum guilt. DH was moaning over being awake and I just lie here thinking how shitty I feel and how lovely it must be to know no matter what happens everyone would help you and childcare is 100% covered for you always.

He's the main earner as I'm a student (last year then will be qualified nurse) and then hopefully it'll get easier but I'm so miserable

Sorry to rant 2am crying because I'm so stressed out. There's a lot more going on at home so I'm probably just letting it all get the best of me but I have absolutely no one to talk to

I'm so sorry lovely, this sounds really hard. I think though,the issue isn't being a mum, it's your fucking useless DH.

I hear ya. Mostly with the work thing coz I rarely get sick but I get it. This was one of my biggest reasons for moving back to the village I grew up in when I had kids. I’d be hooped without the family I have here not to mention the friends and neighbours and community in general. My oh is in emergency services so works shifts and I did too in the vets till eldest went to school nursery and it’s impossible. All around you in the papers and on the telly folk banging on about free childcare hours etc and you just think that’s not helping us. There’s no childcare facilities for shift workers. What nursery is open at midnight when you’re in a backshift till 2am and he’s nightshift 9-7. Without moving home I swear it couldn’t be done.
Hang in there. You’re going to be fine.

It's getting harder, he's just constantly saying how hard it is for him. I don't know how much more I can take. He's caused a big argument, followed me around the house to pursue more of an argument and then gone to sleep like nothing has happened.