Hi my lovely lovely friends. Thank you again for all your ongoing support (my rl friends have started telling me off now for saying thank you and sorry!) PLP big big hugs to you my love, you're doing so well and BIG BIG THANK YOU for those Superman pics, some of them I've never seen before, they made me cry, but in a good way. x x
Well you'll be pleased/relieved to hear that my rl friends have been really rallying round. Firstly yesterday a close friend (one who took me to hospital when DH had his accident) came with lunch and flowers (I keep forgetting to eat), she then took on the enormous task of hoovering up about a hundred flies which flew into DS1's room the night before last, they came in through the velux window. She then looked after Niamh whilst I 'tried' to have a sleep. Unfortunately anxiety got the better of me and I just laid there heart pounding. But I think lying down for an hour helped anyway. Today another lovely friend asked me to go round to hers this morning, I ended up staying until 2:30. My friends have said that they will do whatever is needed to get me through this, if that means me spending the day with them at their house, or them at mine then that is what they will do. They're amazing and I feel privileged to have them as my friends. But at the same time I don't want to take advantage of them and I'd dearly like to be able to return the favour somehow. I'd hate to think that they might get fed up one day. I might be feeling a bit irrational saying that, but I'm in a whole pile of worry right now. At the same time, I know I'm not well and I must 'bite the bullet' and accept the help on offer. The analytical part of me understands that me feeling unworthy of their help is all part of this rubbish depression 'process'.
I went back to my doctor on Monday and he said to stick with the medication because it should start to work. He also explained things in medical terms, which I like, because it's black and white. He was explaining about all the different hormones and chemicals in the brain which influence mood. Like MrsMar and dal have mentioned, there does seem to be an element of post traumatic shock going on right now, my GP said it sounds like it's all coming out now.
I was walking the boys to school this morning and came across a Mini Cooper S parked on someone's driveway and it made me so sad because that's the car DH had before the accident and he couldn't drive it anymore so it had to go, then a helicopter flew overhead and that upset me because it reminded me of the air ambulance that took DH to hospital. These things didn't bother me before. Do you guys remember the accident I attended to with the overturned car on the roundabout a while ago? The very air ambulance that took DH to hospital landed right next to me and it didn't bother me at all. We saw it again at an air balloon festival in Northampton a couple of months ago and it was performing stunts in the air, I just felt immensely grateful to them.
I had to go and see one of the practise nurses at our doctors surgery today because my caesarean wound had got infected last wk and she needed to check it. Niamh was made SUCH a fuss of. We've got to know all the nurses and receptionists at the surgery so well this past year because we have been there so often with all the problems DH had been having with the wound on his elbow. It was SO touching how happy they all were for me that we had Niamh. They took her away and fed her and made a real fuss of her . Andrea the nurse I saw asked how I was getting on and I told her how I was feeling and she said how brilliant I was after the accident (we saw her only a couple of wks after it happened) and that I had coped so well and been strong and it was bound to come out and obviously it's happening now.
I've got PIL's coming tomorrow ( yes Jack Russell owner, tea throwing FIL!) staying 1 night, then they're back on Sunday, FIL goes home Monday and MIL will stay on and help during half term. DH has booked Monday and Thursday off as holiday. So that's next wk covered which is good.
Still desperately clutching on to the times in the day - like now- where I feel fairly like the old me, it's just shocking/frightening when I hit rock bottom again. I'm also scared that this is lasting longer than it did with my DS's.
Now that was a marathon post. Going to have to wake Niamh up for a bath, she likes bathtime.
Love you x