Right, this is a loong one. I feel like I'm losing perspective a bit and would very much appreciate some objective views..
DH and I have two DDs. DD1 is 5 and a complete treasure, DD2 was born with a genetic condition we knew nothing about (Cystic Fibrosis) and is 10 months old, she was quite poorly at birth before diagnosis from the heel prick test, she's a total joy too. She spent most of December in hospital but is reasonably well at the moment.
Anyway, keeping her well involves LOTS of work, loads of physio and meds. It's bloody hard. I do the lion's share of this, I'm up every day at 5 and don't stop for a drink (literally) until DD1 is at school and DD2 is asleep. I'm back at work part time too, I'm exhausted. I feel completely empty, like a used teabag. I'm constantly battling to keep all our lives on an even keel. I organise everything for the girls, their clothes, their food, their pick ups and drop offs, every single finite detail of their lives is stored in my head and I'm so tired. Most of the time I can cope with this but it would be brilliant for DH to be able to feed DD2 without asking me how much meds? How much food? What shall I give her? What if she doesn't like it? Where are the bibs? Ad infinitum. It's the same for the older girl too, I asked him to get a warm hat for her to wear to school today and he didn't have a clue - which one? Does this fit her? Where are they? AAAAAARGH.
I have an amazing CF nurse who can see that I am struggling a bit at the moment and has arranged for me to chat to the psychologist attached to the Cystic Fibrosis Unit at the hospital. I don't feel I've come to terms with DD2's diagnosis at all, I'm frightened to think about the future and know that it's a good idea to talk to someone about it. The problem is DH, I do not want to talk to him AT ALL. I can't bear him near me, we sleep in separate beds. Every time I ask him to help with the huge amount I have to do his response is 'when is your appointment?' Like it will solve all his problems and make me back into the easy going fun loving me from the past.
Today, he had the option to work from home because of the snow, he chose not to. I'm so angry, I'm ill, exhausted and have a cold. Just catching a cold led for DD2 to be hospitalised for over two weeks last time and just because its difficult to be at home he's buggered off to work, putting DD2 at risk.
How do I get him to listen to me? I'm so fed up. Is it me? Am I being unreasonable to expect him to 'know stuff'?
Sorry if this is an incoherent ramble, just needed to get it out!