Thanks for thinking of me.
I tried to get an appointment with the gp but they had none left and the only way I could see someone was to go down at 3pm and wait but I have to pick dd up from school then so that's impossible, and if I took her with me obviously I couldn't talk about things. So I'm going to have to try again tomorrow.
I do feel like it's just a waste of time though. And I don't want to end up on some health visitors books or worse still have one popping in on me. I just can't stand it.
I have decided that I think I will go to the midwife appointment today but I can't decide whether to be honest about everything or if that's just going to be a waste of time as well and whether I should just put on a happy face and let her check my urine and blood pressure and just get out of there. I feel like once they've labelled me as "depressed" on my notes they just won't leave me alone. The midwife appointment is at 4pm - my mum is looking after dd for me then.
I had an appointment with the consultant at about 16 weeks and when I talked to him then he was very dismissive and kept banging on about how a vaginal birth is "preferable" to a c section - but that's a "normal" vaginal birth, I don't think mine was normal. So I didn't get very far - he basically just said go away and come back at 32 weeks and we'll discuss it then. I wrote a long letter to him when I got him - basically along the lines of what I've said here and detailing my birth trauma and I haven't had a reply. So i don't know if that means he didn't get the letter or whether he's too much of a pig to bother replying and is just thinking he'll let me wait till the 32nd week appointment. When I mentioned it all to the midwife last time she basically laughed me off saying "oh getting to discuss it at 32 weeks is pretty good really" as if I shouldn't expect more than that. Am I wrong - should I write again, would seeing my GP even be worth it in that respect to push things along or am i likely to make the consultant angry with me?
Yesterday evening was a nightmare. Dh was in floods of tears all evening. He kept mumbling to himself that he "doesn't understand" (basically doesn't understand how I could be so happy on the honeymoon and so crappy about everything now - he doesn't understand that I find it easy to compartmentalise).
He keeps saying that he feels like I don't want to be near him, that he thinks that I regret marrying him. He thinks it was all a lie and he can't understand why I chose to try for a baby with him if I thought I might feel this way - but I told him that I didn't know I would feel this way did i? I find myself getting really angry with him because I feel like he just isn't listening to me. I feel like he expects too much of me - to smile and be happy and sprout rainbows because he doesn't understand anything else. He's had depression before himself so it's not like he doesn't get depression, he just doesn't understand how I can't lean on him for support in all this. But no one can help me. No one can understand how it feels to be me feeling all this.
It ended up with me getting very angry and saying that I don't want to go out locally anymore because I don't want to talk to anyone about the baby because no one can understand how I'm feeling or empathise with my birth with dd (well very few have had an experience as bad as mine - thankfully) so I feel there's no point in talking to anyone. It annoys me when people try and tell me they had a bad experience as 70 hours of labour, failed epidural leaving me paralysed from the neck down for 2 days, being left on my own for the last 2 hours while midwives chatted out in the corridors and ignored me, episiotomy that cut through my piles and left me unable to walk for 6 weeks, blood transfusion, passing out through allergic reaction to steroids etc etc - one part of that would be enough for someone to say they had a bad time of it and I had ALL of that. How can I relate to any other mums? (And yet here I am doing just that, irrational I know).
Dh said that he will do all the school runs and shopping so I don't have to go out. I said that's not practical as he has to work. I know he's trying to be nice and say whatever he can to support me.
I said that I don't see any of this getting any better. When the baby is here its just going to be even worse as I will have to go out and about with the baby and the only way I can avoid everyone is to drive in the car somewhere which I won't be able to do with a c section.
I told dh that I don't want to go to the hospital because I don't want to be around other people, least of all having to talk to other mums who have just had their babies because I will have nothing in common with them.
Dh was in tears all this time. I feel like a right cow. I should never have said anything to him. I should have just pretended everything was fine and got on with it because I don't have any choice anyway. Whatever happens, whoever I talk to, I am going to end up in that hospital having this baby. Nothing can change that short of me jumping off a cliff. And believe me I have considered that.
Dh ended up saying that maybe we should have the baby adopted. He was very upset when he said this, I know he doesn't really want that. He just feels sad that he's "lost" me and he will do anything to try and get me back.
I told him I can't have the baby adopted because I know that dh will be a good parent and I can't take the baby away from dd and all our families.
Dh asked if I would have kept the baby if I knew earlier on how I would end up feeling. In all honesty, perhaps I wouldn't have. I thought I could cope with all this and I wanted to be a mum again but now I just feel angry and fed up with it all and I don't want to do any of it. It's just invading my life and taking everything over and I've had enough.
We stayed up till 3am both of us crying and I ended up getting really annoyed because he kept banging on about how he knows I'm scared but he will be there for me and we'll get through together and whilst that's all very nice it's all rubbish because really it will be my body going through it, me in hospital overnight with those horrible people, me left with this baby after dh goes back to work after 2 weeks. That's the reality of all this.
I gave dh a lift to work today (he doesn't drive and I do and it's miles away), I made him lunch. Trying to get on with things and be nice really. He cried all the way in the car saying he doesn't understand how I don't care about us and I said I do care about us but I can't change how I feel about everything. He said he needs to know we will get through this and everything will be okay in the end. I said I hope it will be. He kept saying he needs to know it will be so I ended up shouting at him repeating back what he said to me.
I am just so fed up with him pushing and pushing me. He won't let me deal with things in my own way. He is constantly in my space asking me to reassure him but I can't. Everything is fucked. I hope it won't always be like that but right now it is. I can't change it.
I should never ever have had this baby. But I can't change it now. I have to come to terms with my life being ruined for the next 5 years or so. I'm grieving. He doesn't understand that because for him life should be perfect.
The wedding and the honeymoon were amazing, but all the time I just put the thoughts of the pregnancy aside. It was as if I put my mind in a little bubble. Dh doesn't understand how I could do that. He thinks I was lying. I wasn't.
I have 14 weeks left. It's like a doomsday clock and there is no way out for me.
I think it would be better for everyone if dh did leave me and took ds with him and then I can get on with my life. But I can't do that. I can't do that to dd. I can't do that to dh. He would be devestated. I think he would actually kill himself. He keeps saying he can't cope without me. I feel the burden of it all. I am drowning and fed up with it.
Before I met dh I was a single mum for a while, living with my mum and dd and my mum looked after dd a lot for me and I had a busy social life with a few non serious boyfriends. I sometimes wonder if I never grew up. But now I'm forced to be growing up. My mum has moved out and it's just me with all this responsibility and I hate it.
I hate everything about my life. And I hate myself for saying that as it's so entitled and self important and I don't want to be that sort of person. I never used to be like that. I want to be the kind of mum that other people think "wow she's a great mum" but I'm not. I'm just a great big fuck up and I'm ruining everyone's lives.
I'm sorry this is so long. It's the only place I have to vent. I have so much to do today as well and actually I just don't give a shit about any of it. I didn't even eat dinner or lunch yesterday. I feel so angry with everything I don't even want to put food in my body. Dh didn't eat anything either.
I'm sorry to go on. I know I need to sort all of this out. I will let you know what the midwife says.