I have never been one to admit I struggle with anything. certainly not my emotions. I am in charge. End of. I was when I dealt with my mum' diagnosis of cancer. I dealt with my emotions when she died, when DD was 6 months. I dealt with the death of my dad 4 months later. And my wedding. Dr said at that point perhaps I had some elements of PTSD as I had insomnia. But I was like 'nooo, I am fine' and i really was. So i thought.
So, second baby. pregnancy a fucking hard slog. I had hyperemisis. I had a cock of a pretend builder ruin my house while I was pg. Dh lost his job.
And my newborn was the best, the most handsome, happy little boy in the whole entire world. And he did not sleep. Fed hourly. DD plays up a bit, but nothing major. Not really, nothing I would not expect from her age, with a new brother. She loves him. She loves me. She loves daddy but argues a lot with him (or him her?).
I have started to acknowledge that perhaps my behaviour/my coping is not so great.
DH and I argue. Normal for lots. Normal for us. But we argue about everything. He says I am quick to temper. I am. He says I am up and down. I am. I am bloody knackered, what does he expect?!! But, he says I am oversensitive, where i used to not be. I get shouty a lot. I took that for granted with two kids!
But. what I am feeling. I flit from very happy to very tearful. I flit from the world being wonderful and my family being wonderful to it all being so fucking hard and it seems to be all falling apart. I flit from seeing my DH as a man who loves me and is trying his hardest and who is a great dad to a man who won't help me fix the mess i feel i am in. I sometimes want to laugh so loudly I burst, and that makes me feel tearful. I then feel so bloody down i want to cry. And I do. I feel like I bitch and nag and moan. I hate the way I look. I am short tempered with DD, and even when I am doing it, I am saying to myself 'stop that, she is just a little girl, she is not doing it on purpose, but I want to blame her almost, for that little thing she is doing, that is making me feel like punching a wall, buts its not her. It is something, and then I hug her and I say sorry and I feel terrible.
DD asks me sometimes 'what is the matter mama? why is your face like that? do you have a happy face to show me? Show me the face I like (i say that to her when she is upset)
I have insomnia. I blame DS bad sleep pattern, but even when he sleeps now, i don't. I don't like seeing people. I hate the phone ringing, it makes me want to hide. I force myself to leave the house.
Is this PND? Really? Or just normal overtired mummy. I can't tell any more. It is harder this time. Much much harder, Not the kids, not my cub, not my princess. but me. everything else feels harder.
No-one sees this though. On the outside all is fine and dandy, except I look like shit.
Sorry, i poured my soul out a bit there .