Maybe someday I'll start caring for myself, eat healthy and lose weight again...
It's all upside down now and I don't know why... but I'm tired of this binge eating madness.
I liked myself better when I was striving to be size 0.
Now I'm just watching myself getting fatter.
Funny what depression does to you, eh?
Oh god...
Even when I buy books I buy them for Ryan.
I'm sick.
There's not even an ounce of selfishness left in me, what the hell happened to ME!?
I just ordered a lot of books for Ryan... Click, click, click, whatever sounded good.
I like reading to him, he loves books and then you can never have too many books. Plus... I never spend money on anything for myself, that saves a whole lot... Imagine what shoes,clothes, makeup, accessories and all that shit cost.
So... I might as well spend it on Ryan's education.
I don't mind looking like old trash if it means expanding his vocabulary.
Ha ha ha
And I've become so boring lately... I used to be a big spender, rarely denying myself anything... Yendor and this whole new living situation has turned me into a saver... It's good for my bank account but sucks for my enjoyment.
Oh... And I added some parenting books to that pile as well. And a book by Kate Mosse...
Hey, it was cheap. They were all fairly cheap... It just got a bit less cheap together.
Why am I even attempting to justify my Sunday spending?
I deserve this.
I do...
COMMENTS
What are the libraries like where you are? I used to love getting the schedules because they plan such fun activities for children. I realize it may not be like that at all where you are.
I agree with you about the books...Oh! You know what?! In the states, if you have a valid library card, you can access their databases and order audio books to download and even some books. Do you have one? Google has tons of books digitized, too. Not all may have pictures, but while he's young, even the cadences of the words and YOUR voice will be his favorite things. Boy, will it save you money, too.
A few of our favorites:
I'll Love You Forever by Robert Munsch
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendack
Goodnight Moon by Margaret wise Brown
Guess How Much I Love You by Sam McBratney
I want to do everything right, but I feel like I'm doing everything wrong.
:(
Why must I be so damn tired and depressed?
I'm sick of myself.
Nothing makes me happy, all I do is cry and feel my worry and guilt feelings grow as days pass.
I want to do the best for and give the best to my son.
I don't know what the best is.
I feel like the whole responsibility of him achieving developmental milestones is on me.
I am the one who is with him all the time, talks to him, plays with him, shows him things, read to him, sings to him, feeds him, sleeps with him, and so on.
It's too overwhelming.
If he can't point to his nose when I ask him, if he can't say three words by the age of one, if he can't shake his head, is it my fault then? Have I failed to teach him all that he should know? Should I spend day after day, hour after hour trying to teach him the meaning of yes and no?
What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right? What am I supposed to do? How should I spend my days with him? How much should I play with him? How should I play with him? Why can't I make him laugh? Does he feel how tired I am?
I'm not tired, I'm exhausted... Mentally and physically exhausted.
I'm worried about the fact that I don't go swinging with him every day, should I? ?They don't even have sand boxes in the playground here, is he missing out on important play? In Sweden I could take him to baby swimming classes, I could take him to playschool and let him interact with other children.
Fact is, he has nothing to do here and neither have I. We're both lonely, we have each other but we're lonely.
I can't wait until we go to Sweden in November... I wish we could stay for more than two weeks. Damn it, when we're there I'll let him swing and play in the sandbox every day.
*sigh*
I hate being stuck in Malta, I hate living here and mostly because of the fact that we are lonely.We have nothing to do during the days other than play with each other... And I'm afraid he's just as bored and unhappy as I am. His environment isn't stimulating enough, he needs more and I can't give it to him.
In the end, I don't want to move back to Sweden got me, but for him. His life would be so much happier and richer there.
All I know is that I'm not staying here for another year... Sometime next year, and preferably in the early months, we are going to move to Sweden...and that's it,we can't stay here.
I'm going to go and read now while Ryan is still sleeping...
Ryan is running around happily in his walker right now... He loves that thing, he could spend hours in it... And he seems to like being on his tummy moving around as well now... Well with breaks here and there when he refuses to be put down and just wants to be with me.
And here I am, worrying that I'm not talking and playing with him enough...Knowing that I don't have the energy to do it.
Sigh...
I want to buy Ryan all the toys and books in the world.
:(
And they say money doesn't make you happy... bah!
In between all these dark clouds something good happened to me yesterday...
I am absolutely positive it has to do with the Law of Attraction as I focused on sending as much positive energy towards this goal as I could... And I didn't allow myself to think negatively about it for one second.
So, yesterday it resulted in me getting a good sum of money on my account... A sum which the Swedish government owed me b.c. of Ryan's birth, but which I had failed to apply for in time... So for these weeks it was unsure if I would get the money or not.
Well, I got them!
So now the first thing I'm going to do is to order a couple of books for myself which I've been longing to read!
Then I'm going to buy winter clothes for Ryan...
The rest I'm saving.
I should buy clothes for myself but I probably won't because
1. I feel yucky buying size 10 clothes for myself.
2. I feel bad spending money on clothes as they are expensive... Well, considering how much clothes I need it would be expensive so I'd rather avoid it.
Anyway...
Ryan just fell asleep as well, he's been up for 6 hours straight (!?!?) since this morning... He's a Duracell bunny, that's all I'm saying.
So now I'm off to browse for books! :)
That's what I call a good Sunday.
Ryan's asleep, another day has passed, another day feeling like a useless mother as usual.
The top point of the day was the "bedtime routine" where I struggled to make Ryan sit in the bath for 2 minutes, then dry him, put his nappy and pajamas on... All while he was crying his eyes out and Yendor pointing out that I'm ignoring him because I wouldn't look up and kiss him. Maybe I was ignoring him... Or maybe I was busy trying to finish my task as soon as possible so I could give him the breast and quiet him. I can't stand the sound of his crying, it breaks my heart.
I later realized that he was hungry... Of course.
And I missed out on the signs, I failed to understand him trying to tell me something. This isn't the first time it's happened either, it feels like I way too often let it go so far that he has to cry hard in order for me to wake up and realize he's hungry. That's how occupied my mind is.
I'm failing at motherhood, big time. Attachment parenting... Well, I tried. The whole point of AP is to get to know your child well enough for you to understand his needs, to prevent him having to cry for his food. Obviously, I've failed at that.
Sometimes my bubble of pretend patience bursts.
Sometimes I snap at Ryan.
Sometimes I tell him to shut up.
At those times Yendor takes the baby away from me and get's angry with me for having lost it.
I know I'm bad.
I know he's an innocent little baby.
But YOU try and stay at home with this little baby and keep cool and patient throughout the day... I dare you to.
We'll see how patient you will be by bedtime...
Ryan has become so difficult to handle.
I don't know if it's got to do with his age, temper, personality, or just a combination...
He won't let me do ANYTHING... He fusses in every situation.
He barely lets me put him down.
He won't let me feed him.
He won't let me bathe him.
He won't just SIT down.
He won't let me dress him.
He won't let me change his nappy.
And the list goes on...
In everyone of these situation he starts crying.
Why??? What am I doing wrong!?
*sigh*
Can I just quit this job already?
Ryan's asleep, another day has passed, another day feeling like a useless mother as usual.
The top point of the day was the "bedtime routine" where I struggled to make Ryan sit in the bath for 2 minutes, then dry him, put his nappy and pajamas on... All while he was crying his eyes out and Yendor pointing out that I'm ignoring him because I wouldn't look up and kiss him. Maybe I was ignoring him... Or maybe I was busy trying to finish my task as soon as possible so I could give him the breast and quiet him. I can't stand the sound of his crying, it breaks my heart.
I later realized that he was hungry... Of course.
And I missed out on the signs, I failed to understand him trying to tell me something. This isn't the first time it's happened either, it feels like I way too often let it go so far that he has to cry hard in order for me to wake up and realize he's hungry. That's how occupied my mind is.
I'm failing at motherhood, big time. Attachment parenting... Well, I tried. The whole point of AP is to get to know your child well enough for you to understand his needs, to prevent him having to cry for his food. Obviously, I've failed at that.
Sometimes my bubble of pretend patience bursts.
Sometimes I snap at Ryan.
Sometimes I tell him to shut up.
At those times Yendor takes the baby away from me and get's angry with me for having lost it.
I know I'm bad.
I know he's an innocent little baby.
But YOU try and stay at home with this little baby and keep cool and patient throughout the day... I dare you to.
We'll see how patient you will be by bedtime...
Ryan has become so difficult to handle.
I don't know if it's got to do with his age, temper, personality, or just a combination...
He won't let me do ANYTHING... He fusses in every situation.
He barely lets me put him down.
He won't let me feed him.
He won't let me bathe him.
He won't just SIT down.
He won't let me dress him.
He won't let me change his nappy.
And the list goes on...
In everyone of these situation he starts crying.
Why??? What am I doing wrong!?
*sigh*
Can I just quit this job already?
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I have only taken care of other peoples kids, and I admire the parents that admit to feeling over extended, over the parents that easily assume they are "modal parents". Seldom is a child scarred for life from slights in their up bringing. The pressure on parents to make the child the center of their universe is not very realistic.
Too much attention can be just as likely to effect a child as blantent neglect. What are you doing right? You are making an effort. No one can tell you other wise. Auto pilot comes to the parent, it just takes sync. between you and the child, as the child learns to ineract is to get more out of being patient.
I feel like every part of me is decaying.
Ever since I became a mother... I'm losing myself.
I used to be so healthy when it came to eating, now I don't even care anymore. I'm the exact opposite and I don't know why... I can't make myself care. When I'm on a diet I can't stay motivated long enough to actually lose weight. I can eat chocolate flakes for breakfast when before I used to get horrified at the amount of sugar in them.
What's wrong with me? Why am I not motivated to be healthy? Am I really so unhappy to the point where I even lose track of something I used to be so controlling about...?
I want to go to the gym.
Before Ryan, I used to go 3-4 times a week and I loved it. It was perfect for me since I don't have the discipline to work out at home. Now, I can't.
1. It's too expensive.
2. I have no one to babysit Ryan.
3. The gyms here are too far away.
So, I just have to put it on hold until we get to Sweden. At least there I know my mother can take the baby for an hour walk while I build muscles.
I miss school.
I find myself thinking back to my school days on a daily basis now... I regret having been so negligent at times, lost so many opportunities to learn. I wish I had been more sociable and active. I feel like my brain is seriously lacking stimuli, thirsting for knowledge... But all I'm giving it is the recipe of the day.
I never thought I'd miss school as I couldn't wait to be "free"... Well, here I am wishing I was back in there.
I want to be me again...
I want to have my life back.
I love Ryan but God can someone please take this responsibility off my shoulders?
I want to be a young, carefree, independent, educated woman, traveling the world like I always dreamed of being...
I don't want to be this, a mother.
I don't feel like I have "the most important job" on the planet. I feel like I'm wasting my days with picking up things from the floor and trying to feed a baby who refuses to open his mouth.
I WANT TO LIVE DAMMIT!!!
Yeah... And now I feel guilty about not feeling happy with my life.
COMMENTS
Hun, I have seen your entries of late and I seriously think you are suffering from postpartum depression. No, I am no doctor but I am the mother of 5 and grandmother of 3 (yes, my pics are current). I think you should seek help as you may find some relief hun.
I have to agree with pandora. My sister in law went through the same thing when my niece was born. She felt like the world was crashing around her quick, fast & in a hurry. If you ever feel like venting more or talking come find me. I'll listen. *hugs* Sorry you feel so bad as of late
I want to eat healthy.
I want to go the gym.
I want to go to school.
I want to just lay in bed by myself and breathe.
I need a break.
I can feel it in my bones...
I need a break now or I'll lose it again.
Am I bad to let Ryan "crawl" on the floor and play with the cat's water and food bowl (read: making a mess all over the floor), just so that I can get 5 minutes of peace and quiet?
:P
No worries... Yendor can clean it up when he wakes up, ha!
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no you're not lol
for one .. five minutes can mean alot sometimes ..
for another ..
they NEED to explore and learn things on their own ...
even that cat food tastes bad :D
I'm with KK! Let him make a mess...it's good for everyone. Hey, maybe fingerfoods will taste better to him once he has a taste of what the cat's getting!
Men and their fucking porn.
GAH!
Just hearing the word "sex" makes me want to jump out of the window.
Eh, I can't blame him, he's not the one who squeezed out a damn watermelon size head out of his vagina.
I can't get over it.
I'll be honest, I've never been a sexual person. Having given birth to Ryan seems to have killed what little drive I had in me.
I don't feel a thing when he touches me.
Damn it, I don't feel a thing when I try to touch myself.
I hate having that thing stuck up in the same place where I pushed the baby out. It doesn't belong there.
So yeah... I can't really blame him for his little private games, can I?
Whatever... I don't care, I have a son to take care of. I don't have time for this stupid sex thing.
Baaaah...
COMMENTS
The response I have gotten for my one time devotion to porn, near obsession, was a shock, A lady friend/playmate, asked me the question, was porn to me, an instruction manual, or a tool to inhance fantasy. I had to admit that at the time I was speechless without an answer. Since then I have phased through the porn attraction. peeking at the age of 27-29. I have reviewed my attraction, as a substituet to urges testostrone triggered. Now that porn is couple friendly, and slipping out of the sleazy pron days, Introducing your own eroticism will create a potential middle road in
his porn consumtion. Specify the seraration of printed images, and fantasy poses with actual interactions. Share your desires as well, and if he doesn't listen to what "gets you in the mood", then leave him to his magazines. The humility of "being caught" is as much a part of the experience as the fantasy.
I have a confession to make.
I'm completely sold out on that soap opera, Days of our lives, I used to watch it as much as I could in Sweden... And now I miss it like crazy!
AAAAHHHH!
Oh my.
I love Ryan, but thank heavens he's finally asleep.
I need my rest badly right now...
And the last few hours have been intense, he woke up from his afternoon nap in a really bad mood, nothing pleased him. I tried everything and he kept whining.
Only thing is he didn't want his bottle before he drifted off to sleep, so he'll probably wake up hungry sooner or later... His eating schedule is out of line and I don't know how to fix it, sometimes he wakes up hungry in the middle of the night... But he doesn't drink more than 2-3 ounces.
I still give him finger foods... Vegetables, fruits, sandwiches... And he heats it, but he refuses to be spoon fed... I try to give him the spoon but he just plays with it... I'm not giving up, every morning I prepare his porridge but it's always wasted.
Oh well... This has to change one day or another... I'm just worried, is there something I'm doing wrong?
I was planning on cleaning now that he's sleeping, but I'm too tired... I'm too tired to even stay online, but I want to... I just know the mess is going to stress me out in the morning, and the thought of that makes me want to get my ass out of bed and clean. I want to spend the day with Ryan, not with the dishes or the vacuum cleaner.
I was also planning on having a relaxing bath and do some yoga stretches... but it feels useless, I haven't eaten well today and my body feels like shit as usual. Yendor keeps reminding me of what I promised myself... "I'm not fat, I'm curvy" ha ha ha. Why do I even bother? I know, deep inside, I know that being thinner doesn't make me happier, and I like my body as it is. I'm not the slimmest girl in the world, I have quite some curves but I like them and whenever I do lose weight everyone comments on "how thin I am" and how I "can't lose more weight" and "I look better with more flesh on my body"...
Gah. The thing is, I keep trying to go on a diet and stick to it... But I always fail because deep down I am not motivated enough... It's not that I don't have the strength to do it, I can resist that chocolate, but not when my mind is telling me that I'm pretty enough as I am and I might as well eat what pleases me. So, why do I bother with this shit? I am not overweight, there are no health reasons for me to lose any weight...
No, I'll be honest, it's the "society pressure" of being thin. Every time I see a thin girl I immediately think "I wish I looked like her"... When I go to the store to look at clothes for myself, I hate trying them on because it makes me feel anxious and yucky not being a size 8 or 6. No... I'm a size 10, my ass is big but I'm dreaming of having a tiny little behind that I can fit into a pair of XS jeans.
Why?
This is just MADNESS!
To hell with this... I'm going to get myself a glass of milk and go order some good books on play.com, just because I deserve it. Ha!
COMMENTS
No wonder I dream of blood often.
OMG !!
i had a similar dream recently !!!
amd this SO fits whats going on in my life!!
He's sleeping now... at 8 PM for once, not 11.
But then he only had one nap during the day.
I feel bad though, I've been so tired today I haven't had the energy to clean and I feel like the day has been wasted... I didn't talk and play enough with him.
*sigh*
He's been in a strange mood though, very whiny this morning but after his nap he was just quiet and barely wanted to play, he didn't even want to read his books. I got a lot of cuddles today...
He didn't eat well today either, as usual. 9 ounces of milk in total... His finger foods just ended upon the floor... Though he'll probably wake up hungry in the middle of the night.
Then we went out for 2 hours... I let myself spend 10 euro on a quality shampoo and conditioner for once, ad I bought a new pair of sandals cause mine are seriously dirty and used now... I only bought them out of necessity though, I don't want to spend money on shoes.
See? That's my problem... I feel depressed about not owning pretty clothes and shoes like all girls should, but I hate spending money on it.
I am going to order some books now though, perhaps that will cheer me up.
I miss the scent of lavender.
Ryan is all mommy, mommy and clingy today.
He only wants to be in my arms or sit in my lap...
I wonder why.
COMMENTS
they sense when somethings wrong ...
and its the only thing he knows to do :)
...I forgot to mention, a week or so ago Ryan brushed his hair!
I gave him the brush, said "Brush your hair, Ryan" and he did!
And yesterday in the bath he was washing himself... :)
I don't care if he's not crawling, he does things at his own pace. He's my bright little boy and I'm proud of him.
I need to learn that this is not a competition and being early in development doesn't make you better.
Good day today...
Which is a relief because I needed it badly.
The day has passed smoothly and quickly, Yendor was here in the morning but had to go to work in the afternoon... It didn't matter though, I was actually glad to spend time with Ryan... He wasn't whining much either and I realized today how much he understands of what I'm saying!
When I took him to the front door and opened it, I asked him "Do you want to go out, Ryan?" He plunged himself forward, extending his arms as if trying to jump down and run out... Then I went in again and closed the door, he began crying... I tried to explain to him that I had to get him dressed first, and eventually he calmed down... And then as soon as we came out, he began smiling and acting silly like my little angel always does when he's happy.
When we were waiting for the bus, I told him about it and he seemed to be waiting for it just like me... Every time a bus came he did the motion again and I had to tell him "Not our bus, Ryan"... And then when we finally got on the bus he got excited again, charming every passenger like he always does...
Then we went around window shopping... I actually found myself drooling over some clothes for MYSELF... So I've promised myself that once I've lost some weight I'll renew my wardrobe because I badly need it... I don't want to have to spend money on myself, but I've realized it does add to my depression not feeling pretty.
One thing I don't find myself needing or wanting though is makeup, which Yendor thanks the Gods for because he keeps saying how silly girls are to spend a fortune on it... :P
Which I agree with to an extent...
I used to bother with some foundation and eye shadows, but now I find I really don't need more than a good cleanser, some moisturizing cream and mascara.
What I really want to get though is a new hairstyle. I've been losing a lot of hair lately an it worries me... My hair is the one part of me that I really love. Anyway... Next week I have to go and get a haircut.
Then of course, I got stuck looking at winter clothes for Ryan, books for him and parenting books. I want them badly.
I could easily have spent a fortune today but the only thing I bought was a diet sprite, ha ha ha. Now I feel so unsatisfied... but I don't want to spend money. Bleh.
Another thing I've realized is that this flat depresses me. It feels empty, cold, ugly and heartless. It doesn't feel like home at all.
Sure, it's a nice, spacious flat but that's all it is. The only thing I like about it are the big windows ad the space... And the yellow walls... I like yellow.
Back in January when we first moved in I had visions about how I wanted to improve this place, make it my home. 7 months have passed and it's still empty... I don't know what to do with it. Malta lack good home decorating stores and it pisses me off, I need IKEA dammit. And I hate the fucking tile floors as well. You know, I think I hate the way flats are constructed here in general, I hate these damn stone buildings.
*sigh*
How am I supposed to be happy in this country when I'm not even comfortable in my own "home"?
I'm going to write a list of things I need to change in my life in order to get happy... Then I'm going to vision those changes and believe in them.
Law of attraction...
I'm really tired now, although it's only 10 PM... Ryan went too sleep an hour ago, I did a bit of cleaning but not much... just enough to get by... I have no energy to do more right now.
Now, I'm expecting my long lost friend, the Queen of yummy to come online... I'll wait up for hours if I have to, she said she's be here and I'm dying to talk to her. Catching up with her would be the perfect ending to a nice day.
I hope it'll stay, this good feeling... but I know bad days will come again... better not think about it.
I want to thank everyone for your support as well... It keeps me going.
This is it.
I am by myself.
By. Myself.
Am I resting?
Ha!
I've forgotten the damn meaning of "rest".
I'm just sitting here, feeling extremely anxious about the fact that they will be back soon and all will be back to normal... I will go around with the baby again unable to provide him with the best care. I hate myself for not being good enough for him.
I can't rest... I'm cleaning.
I'm cleaning because it's so much easier and faster without a whining baby.
I'm expecting them to be home soon.
Rest over.
Did I rest?
No. I still feel shitty.
What THE HELL do I need to get out of this state??? I obviously can't just "snap out of it", believe me, I've TRIED!
I'm so stressed out, angry, depressed and anxious it's a surprise I haven't killed myself yet.
I keep reading this list of symptoms for postpartum depression and it makes me cry realizing I'm suffering from every single one of them.
Now what?
I guess I need a fucking shrink.
... Well if there's a cure for it, please cure me now.
I'm starting to scare myself.
Even the bloody cat is getting on my nerves.
As soon as Ryan starts crying or whining, I lose it. It's gone so far that I feel myself wanting to just shut him up by... doing bad things. Sometimes when he won't sleep I get so angry that I handle him roughly, I can't stop my body from doing it and it really scares me.
He doesn't sleep much and it really is getting to me now. Last night he slept from 11 PM to 6 AM...
I want him to SLEEP god dammit so that I can rest from his whining.
Help me... If someone were to take him away right now I don't even think I would mind.
I'm just waiting for Yendor to come home... As soon as he does I'm going to beg him to take the baby out, away from home, away from me. He has to do it. I'm falling apart. I'm being angry, shouting at and am close to harming my own child. I don't know what the FUCK is wrong with me.
Maybe an hour alone will help.
Maybe.
COMMENTS
WHEN TO CALL YOUR DOCTOR FOR POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION
Call 911 Now (you may need an ambulance)
* Suicide attempt
* Feeling like harming yourself or killing yourself
o ...or call your local suicide crisis line NOW
o ...or call the National Hopeline Network NOW for suicide counseling: 800-784-2433.
Call Your Doctor Now (night or day) If
* You feel weak or very sick
* You feel severely depressed (e.g., multiple symptoms of depression)
* You are thinking of hurting your baby
* Strange, bizarre, or confused behavior
I'm just so fucking tired.
Fact is, I hate being a mother. A responsible mother.
I hate it more than I love it.
I have more days where I go around praying for a break, than I have actually enjoying my son's company.
I am a horrible mother and I don't know what to do about it.
I find myself resenting Yendor and this child, I wish I could turn back time so I never would have come to fucking Malta in the first place.
I want to be alone, ALONE.
I want my fucking life back.
I am so angry, tired, impatient and just damn filled with darkness. I don't want this environment for this child.
Maybe I should just make Yendor find a replacement for me and run away.
I wish I could.
Call me whatever the fuck you want, irresponsible, immature, selfish, but I want to fucking RUN AWAY!!! And I don't care what I am! I was never meant to be a mother, I don't want to become like my mother!!! I'm living in a nightmare here.
I can't be a mother.
I don't know what to do with this baby, I don't know how to talk to him, play with him, be with him, read to him, feed him, I don't fucking know!!! I'm not doing anything right!!! And most of all I DON'T WANT THIS!
FUCK he won't be 18 for another 17 years. 17 years I'll be stuck here having to take care of him. In 17 years my life will be over, then I might as well die.
I'm so frustrated I can't even cry.
Maybe all I need is a good sleep, but I think it goes deeper than that. I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry Yendor, I'm sorry Ryan but I'm not cut out
for this.
This, all this, it's just not me.
COMMENTS
alot of mothers go thru this baby ... me included ...
your not any of those things .. you DO NEED A BREAK ...
and quite possibly need to talk to your DR about it ..
does ANYone ever watch the baby for you and give you some YOU time??.. becoming someones mother does NOT mean you have to stop being YOURSELF.. perhaps other people in your life need to realize that ...
and sweetheart, post-partum depression is a SERIOUS THING .. PLEASE.... talk to your DR about it ..
I have a new love in my life...
She's so small, cute and cuddly... And goes by the name of Miss Kitty for now, we still have to find a name which suits her.
She's white with some orange/brown patches and only 4 months old. We adopted her yesterday from a lady who takes care of stray cats. I'm glad to be able to provide this kitty with a good home now. :)
To begin with I wanted to get this black chihuahua/pug puppy, SO adorable... My heart wanted it so badly but responsible as I must be I realized I don't have the time or energy for a dog... *sigh*
One day though, I'll get one...
Anyway, I need name suggestions for the kitty. :P
I know the grass isn't greener on the other side, but it doesn't want to sink in.
I know that wherever I go or whatever I do I might like it for the moment, but I soon grow weary off it and dream of moving on.
I know that I have unrealistic dreams considering my current life situation, but the wishing goes on.
I know real life is all about responsibilities, cleaning, cooking, raising children, studying and so on, but is that it? Isn't there more to life? Isn't there something waiting for me around the corner? That's the only thought which keeps me sane...
So far, life has been nothing but a disappointment. Maybe I'm demanding too much or not appreciating enough... But I'm never satisfied. I don't know what that feels like, being satisfied.
I try to live in the moment, but all I do is look out the window hoping to be rescued.
From now on I'm changing my mantra from "I want to be thin" to "I want to be healthy".
And dammit I'm going to get that haircut.
"Mummy!"
That word came out of his cute little mouth tonight!
I was eating yogurt while holding him in my arms, he was looking so intensely at it that I gave him some. As he tried it for the first time, it probably tasted strange and sour to him... So I took out a small piece of banana to mix it with the yogurt, while I did that he kept looking at the food and suddenly called "Mummy!" or was it "Yummy!"??
It was so sudden and unexpected that I really can't tell which of those words he said! Whenever I refer to food though I say "yummy" so it's quite possible that's what he said... Imagine that, his first word being "yummy" LOL!
He seems to be getting his appetite back though, this week I've been struggling with trying to feed him... But today he's had 3 bottles of milk, some fruit and yogurt. Tomorrow I'll try introducing porridge and fruit breakfast again and see if I can manage to feed him without having most of it ending up on the floor... He prefers feeding himself though, sometimes he just takes the spoon away from me and puts it in his mouth himself... My little boy.
He's sleeping in the bed beside me now, all curled up like an angel. :)
And I'm taking some time online before I go to sleep... I'm tired but if I don't get my solo time I'll go crazy. I spent most of the day feeling drained and angry with the world, tired of the responsibility of being a mother... It passed though luckily and Ryan got to spend his last hours awake with a happy and playful mommy.
I'm off to continue with "Great Expectations" now... Although it makes me feel oddly sad and uncomfortable reading about how horribly "Pip" is being treated. It honestly makes me not want to read the book, I can't believe how difficult those times must have been... Kinda makes you appreciate what you have.
Tomorrow I'm going to cut the crap and start getting back to my healthy self again... Meaning eat well, drink well and do some yoga. Perhaps that is the kick I need to feel happier.
Take care folks and have a lovely evening :)
The Polish blood in my veins is pumping.
I just saw Poland winning the Eurovision Dance Contest which was held in Glasgow.
Poland actually went and won something for once, HA! :P
Ryan is going to know his roots, oh yes he is.
He's half Maltese, half Polish and a there's even a little pint of Welsh in him since my grandfather was Welsh. :P
Add to that that he's born in Sweden and has an Irish name.
My boy is so cool! :P
Oh... And I miss being young and passionate too.
Remember that first love?
Totally crazy and now that I look back I can't understand what I liked about the guy.
But damn, it felt good.
Ryan keeps waking me up, so here I am in the middle of the night with my thoughts again...
At the moment my feeling of guilt has nothing to do with the baby but with Yendor.
I've really become the most asexual being. Nothing of that sort interests me or gets me going anymore, I feel better not thinking about it at all. It began around this time last year and it's just gotten worse since then.
Whenever I give in to him it just feels painful, uncomfortable and just yucky.
*sigh*
Now what to do about this, I don't know... Apparently time doesn't make it better.
Honestly, how am I gonna get pregnant again like this??
Why am I treating myself like shit?
I never do anything for myself anymore.
I am sitting here, drinking probably my 3rd cup of milk realizing it's not good for my body or mind.
Not only that, for weeks I've been eating badly which of course is resulting in a worse body shape...
I don't know why I do it.
I can go days without eating, or days just binge eating.
What happened to my healthy living self? Where am I?
Why aren't I taking care of my mind, my body, myself?
I just feed my body things which makes it feel good... and look good for that matter... but it's like I'm lacking the motivation, I don't care. And I don't get why I've become like this, I really don't..
Am I feeling bad about having put on a few extra kgs? Not really... Cause it doesn't make me happier, being thinner... I've realized it really doesn't.
But that doesn't mean I should let go... Because in the end it's not about how you look but how you feel, and if I fill my body with crap I don't really do my best to make it feel good.
*sigh*
This just sucks, can someone make me eat well again please? It's not that I don't want to do the right thing, some days I just don't find the time or energy to eat... or care to eat.
It's not just the food either but the fact that I never do anything for myself. In Sweden I got this idea that I should get a haircut... did I ever? No.
And I probably won't either.
This just isn't good at fucking all.
In the end it all comes down to my mood, if I'm not feeling well then I can't give my best to Ryan. So how do I make myself feel good, day in and day out?
Yeah...that's kinda the point, I don't know. It's not like being thin and wearing pretty clothes makes me any happier.
So what's the secret then, what do I have to do??
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Listen, sometimes yoiu find happiness in the smaller things. It doesn't have to be about appearances or anything physical. Just know that there are people around you that care about you no matter what and are there for you for whatever you may go through. If you need someone to talk to, you can message me if you'd like :)
So...
Ryan woke up in such an angry mood this morning, all he did was whine no matter what. After an hour I had had enough and took him out for 2 hours... His mood improved and now he's napping in my arms.
Mommy spent too much money as usual, I'm trying not to feel guilty about it as I'm trying to keep negative feelings out of my life...
I bought a special book though, an empty notebook that is. A book which is going to be filled with positivism and which I'll turn to whenever my mood fails me. Yeah, the law of attraction thing has really gotten to me.
I'm really working hard now on trying to love and accept myself, no matter what I look like... It's tough though.
I didn't sleep much last night so I don't really feel rested... But right now I'm prioritizing watching the new episode of Gossip Girl rather than nap... Bad choice, I know... But I'm dying to watch it!
That's all folks :)
You know, I really don't get this whole sleep training scheme for babies.
There are SO many sites promoting this shit, teaching you step by step how to make your baby become a self soother, sleep alone in his little crib or even in his own room, sleep through the night, and so on without needing your presence.
And they start with it as early as 3-6 months!!!
Come ON!
Ryan has been sleeping with me since he was 1 week old after several failed attempts of trying to "get him used to" his own crib. I remember those sleepless nights that he would just cry and refuse to sleep alone, yet Yendor insisted that we had to teach him independence after having read so on several sites... (As a new parent, you have absolutely no idea what you're doing, you're so inexperienced that you're likely to try anything... That's why I don't blame myself for the mistakes we made)... Anyway, me and Yendor used to stay up most nights, struggling to make him sleep... Even during the days. Ryan ended up not sleeping much those first couple of days...
Then the first night I took him to bed with me after being advised to do so by my mother, like magic he suddenly slept peacefully through the night waking up about three times every three hours to nurse.
And it's been one of the most incredible, wonderful, loving experiences of my life having Ryan sleeping close to me. Giving him love and security even during night time hours gives me a sense of comfort as well... I don't know how some mothers do it, leaving their babies to sleep alone... Don't you worry sick about your baby when you can't see him or her???
So anyway... Out of curiosity I just googled for information about infant sleep at 10 months, basically it said that they normally sleep around 11-14 hours at night and have two naps during the day of 1-2 hours each... Basically describing Ryan's sleep pattern although it varies a lot for him... He usually doesn't sleep more than 9 hours at the most at night, sometimes even 8... But then he makes up for it by having a 3 hour nap instead of a 2 hour one sometime during the day. He's never been much of a sleeper, just like his daddy.
So anyway, on the same site I come across this sleep training bullshit again which just pissed me off... And that's why I'm writing this journal entry...
Apparently if your baby is not a self soother and can't put himself back to sleep at this age, it's about time to start now... Because a "good sleeper" is a baby who doesn't need you to go back to sleep, no, just replace your presence with a damn teddy bear.
I'm not judging mothers who do this, I'm just saying it's not for me.
But it's the same in everything, in every area it's like babies are being pushed to independence ASAP when in fact studies have clearly shown that it is more beneficial for babies to be allowed dependence in the early years... It will make them MORE independent and confident later on. I truly believe that. I will always encourage but never force my child to do something he's not ready to do, and he's most certainly not ready to move out of my bed.
God, how can they even come of with the term "good sleeper" what the hell is that all about anyway?? So just because Ryan might wake up a few times (which he normally doesn't, he sleeps through the night) and needs my presence to go back to sleep, he's not a "good sleeper"!?
Do they forget how quickly babies grow up? Before you know, your child will be up and running, slowly growing into a teenager and building up his own life... And those days of dependence will be soon gone. This is such a short period of time in their long lives, you should make the most of it... Keep your baby as close as you can because soon enough he'll pull away, searching for his independence. I am already missing Ryan as a newborn... He's quickly growing into a toddler, already showing signs of moving away from me, wanting to run around and explore things by himself and not to mention feed himself... Soon the days of me cuddling him while feeding him the bottle will be gone, and God will I miss them...
I don't know how parents can stand using the "crying it out" method, listening to their babies cry for them and letting them fall asleep upset... I'm not really saying self soothing isn't a good skill to have, but why force it on them so early when they're clearly not ready for it? What's so wrong about having your child in bed with you for the first few years? Geeez...
Ok... Enough about this, I think I've made my point clear. Off to read my book now.
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I think it's slightly different for all parents. I remember when my little sister was just a baby and all she did was scream. Unless she was being held she would not stop, even if she was lying in bed with mum and dad. So in the end they had little choice but to let her cry herself to sleep. In the end it worked, but they never liked it.
^.^
But if your baby is happy enough to sleep in your bed, I reckon that would be the way to go. Any sleep is good sleep!
Morning...
Ryan woke up hungry this morning at 7 AM and went to nap now... I'm having my scrambled eggs breakfast and watching "Fingersmith", another TV adaption of a Sarah Waters novel.
I've already watched it once but I am in love with that story.
I began reading "Great Expectations" last night, don't ask me why because I have no idea why... I've always been fond of classics though and this is definitely one of the classics you *should* read, isn't it?
And then it's been awhile since I finished reading "The Well of loneliness" which by the way was amazing...
Yendor is working from 2 PM to 10 PM today which leaves me with the boy for the whole day (nothing out of the norm there though...)
I managed to clean the kitchen at least though so there's not much left to do around the house, which leaves time with Ryan... I hate having to do things when he's there wanting to play. I'll take him to the park when he wakes up, he loves swinging...
I feel nervous about leaving him to sleep alone though, for once he doesn't sleep as much then and ends up not feeling rested, and secondly I feel empty without him... No matter how tired I am there's something missing.
I just laid him down so that I could go eat, but now I wonder if I can pick him up again without waking him up...
Thing is he sometimes wakes up in his sleep looking for the breast, and if he doesn't see it... Well, he panics.
Yeah, I better go get my boy.
I'm booking the tickets to Sweden today as well, 114 Euros with RyanAir, I know I swore never to fly with that airline again but... as always, it's the most worth it and I don't feel like spending more money than necessary.
By the way... It means a lot to me reading your comments, God knows I need the encouragement and knowing that there are those who actually understand me gives me peace... So... Thank you.
*sigh*
Ryan took forever to go to sleep tonight...
He was up for a total of 9 hours straight with only a 30 minutes nap in between... from 1.30 PM to nearly 11 PM... Imagine trying to keep up with him all that time, constantly care for and play with him...
Gah, I hate it when I get tired and can't put my whole heart and enthusiasm into being with him. I've spent the last 2 hours just waiting for him to get tired... And I just let him play and watch a Baby Einstein video... Didn't even have the energy to play with him... I read him a book, and then his good night story but that's it...
And now I feel so guilty about it.
I know, I know, I know it's perfectly normal to feel like this and not always have the want to be with your children... but why does it have to be like this??
I want to want to be with Ryan ALL the time! I feel like a lousy mother now instead...
I put him to sleep next to Yendor in the bed and sneaked away, I'm not ready to sleep yet... Normally I'd let him sleep in my arms until we'd go to bed together, but tonight I just need to be alone.
I don't want it to be like this, I don't want to sit here, dreading another day because it will be the same shit all over again... Same play routine, same stories read, same sentences said, same pictures shown, same smiles, same babbling, same dinner, same phrases said to Yendor, same going out for walks, same grocery shopping, same every fucking thing.
I really, really can't STAND routines. Yet my whole life has become a series of routines and I can't change that, Ryan needs a predictable routine... No matter how much it bores me and drives me insane. I need to do it for him.
I'm trying to be positive here, I'm trying to... I need to be a positive, happy, playful mommy.
Why does a part of me just want to run away? Why do I feel guilty when people other mothers say "I just look at his/hers smile and it all goes away" It DOESN'T all go away for me! Maybe once or twice, but certainly not every time! AND I FEEL SO TERRIBLE TO BE HAVING THESE FEELINGS!
Someone make me the perfect mother. The angel like, patient, nurturing, wonderful mother I should be. Bottom line is I don't want to be a mother...
I really don't want it. But do I have a choice now? Not really...
And now the thought of Ryan crosses my mind as I say how I don't want to be a mother... For God's sake, is motherhood an endless cycle of guilt and worry? It seems to be for me at least.
I can't regret having him, he's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen... I'm just sorry that I am his mother, he deserves someone better, someone who will play with him 9 hours straight without dying for a break, someone who will want to spend every day with him doing the same things over and over again.
Oh God... I actually don't want to go to sleep because I'll just wake up to another day...
I'll just go lose myself in a book or something.
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I read your journal from time to time. I never say anything because I don't know you and don't want to talk to you from any position of authority, but I worry about you...I worry about you and I don't know you. You're candid about your feelings and this is your journal, the perfect place for you to vent.
I was 19 when I had my son...a beautiful little boy who had colic. I had every single feeling you name. This really is like the Red Cross slogan, "The hardest job you'll ever love." And you will have those days...sometimes not even whole days, but moments of complete clarity where everything is right. Much of the time, though, you'll feel tired and question yourself a lot.
I worried about everything Ashton put in his mouth...until I saw him one day in the play yard eating dirt...handfuls of it...happily. We cleaned up and neither of us died. It was a good day.
Your bunchkin is busy...he's absorbing the world right now. He honestly doesn't need you to play with him 9 hours straight. The boring times for you are input for him, repetition, and figuring out how things work and taste, sound and smell. Trust me, if he isn't crying, he is busy.
Your book idea is fantastic. Absolutely lose yourself in it.
I've had 2 kids since Ashton. I relaxed. They thrived into amazing young ladies. It's over simplistic to tell you to relax; you're processing so many things for the first time and worrying about the responsibility of that little human being. I will risk a little unsought advice, though...some of the best moms are the ones who sing nursery rhymes, read a book or two a day to the pumpkin, put toys in his path, make some silly faces with him often, make sure he's fed and clean, and let him do the rest. I think you sound like a WONDERFUL mom...but a tired one.
I applaud you for wanting so much to be the perfect mom, but the image in your head probably isn't the perfect mom...it's some stereotype June Cleaver image that just isn't realistic. Moms come in all different flavors...mine was a working teacher and breakfast was a pop tart, but she was brilliant, funny and always there when I needed her. She's my best friend today. I stayed home with my kids til they were in kindergarten, and now I work. There's no formula. You be the mom that feels right for you and Ryan and tell those book images to kiss your butt!
I barely slept last night yet I'm full of energy.
Hmmmm... strange.
Ryan is napping, as soon as he wakes up I'm going to go buy some paper and stuff... Mommy is going to make a vision board.
From now on I don't want to let any negative thoughts and feelings interfere with my life... Being negative only makes things worse.
Ryan is going to have a happy mommy :)
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It's amazing the power of positive thoughts!
Happiness is the best way to go, I reackon. ^.^
It's nearly 3 AM and I really can't sleep,I have so much energy suddenly and I'm beginning to feel restless.
Dammit, I need to sleep. How the hell am I going to get through tomorrow otherwise??
I'm inspired...
I want to let the positive stream of life in.
It's time now, time to change, time to purify my thinking.
Happiness comes from the inside.
Oh. My. God.
This movie was so dark, suspense, romantic, desperate, passionate, disturbingly wonderful.
It was so well made, the acting was incredible.
You have to see it... or better, read the book. I remember reading the book a few years ago... amazing.
I'm completely caught up in the mood of the film now.
My affinity...
Pheeew *breathes*
These have been two INTENSE days, Ryan has barely slept and been REALLY active... And I suppose it won't stop here, only get "worse" as he grows, learns to walk, talk, and all that.
3 weeks ago he was totally different, not at all this... mobile... and now he's moving EVERYWHERE!
He won't sit still or stay still in my arms, always lounging himself forward, pushing, gesturing, kicking, going up, down and around...
On the bed he's rolling around like crazy, using me as some kind of climbing thing as he crawls over me and pushes himself to standing position... He insists on being in the walker or standing up, walking along furniture or whatever he can grab on to...
He's really taking steps now!
Yesterday when I was trying to brush my teeth while holding on to him as I always do... He suddenly pushed himself forward, insisting on going in to the sink... I ended up letting him sit in there, play and throw things as he seemed to enjoy it very much... It sure was fun to watch :P
Yendor got a video of it and if he'll ever upload it, I'll post it here...
I'm a tired mommy.
I've been going around totally drained all day, trying to keep up with Ryan and find the energy to keep stimulating, talking and playing with him... Not to mention trying to make the boy eat!
Back in Sweden I had really got him on a good feeding schedule finally, he had porridge and fruit in the morning, fruit and yoghurt as a snack, and then later dinner consisting of fish, meat or whatever... And then before sleep his bottle.
Now he's back at barely eating again, he has one bottle around 6 in the morning and another one before he goes to sleep... I'm not kidding. In between I try to feed him food but he refuses, I manage to give him a few spoons but then he just turns away or starts fussing... So I give him lots f finger foods but most of it ends up on the floor. He's never really been a big eater which makes me wonder sometimes how he got so chubby :P
People seem to assume that I'm overfeeding him and I hate that.
Anyway... Now he's finally resting peacefully beside me, I sang his good night story, nursed him to sleep and now I'm watching my little angel dream... Eating chocolate which I'm not supposed to do since I want to try to lose weight, again, ha ha ha.
Meh, I have no self discipline at all.
Days like these I understand mothers who send their toddlers off to kindergarden, yet I'd never do the same... Keeping upp with a small child is a challenge that I'm willing to hang on to... It was my choice to have this baby and I'm not going to shove off the responsibility of stimulating him on some random people I don't know personally. But each to their own...
I'm just gonna keep enjoying my nights after Ryan has fallen asleep and try to make the most of them, luckily I'm not that sleepy yet so I'm gonna take the time to watch a movie... "Affinity" which is based on a novel my Sarah Waters, one of my favorite writers...
And then I'll probably go browsing about baby stuff as always....
Take care everyone :)
Ok, I went to buy Ryan some toys and I'm fine now.
Really, I am... for the moment.
Maybe I should have bought him some books as well...
I'm gonna go nag at Yendor to upload videos of Ryan now, hehe.
Y'all need to see how cute he is :P
I miss my life as it was a few years ago...
I miss HER dammit.
This pains me too much...
Sometimes I really wish my life would have taken a different path.
But I need to get out of this nostalgic thinking, I have a son who'll wake up soon and he needs me happy.
That's my life now, taking care of another being... My son... Not myself, no... If it was myself I was taking care of I'd be far away from here.
I'm doomed, my life is doomed, over, finito.
I only have one path now, one choice, one purpose and that is Ryan.
When he no longer needs me I can go and shoot myself.
Cause I don't want to live, no, not like this.
People, THINK before you have a child.
God knows I love him but on days like these I wish... I wish... I just wish I'd only have myself to care for, like it used to be.
But there's no point in regretting, thinking back, wishing, is there? I can't do anything about this now. I'm stuck on a god forsaken island with a little child who's totally dependent on me.
Fuck.
COMMENTS
Ditt liv är inte över, även om det känns så. Du kan fortfarande försöka ta hand om dig själv. Precis som du skrev i inlägget innan; duscha, ha på dig lite mascara, bara känna att du också kan vara normal.
Men fan, vad jag saknar att kunna träffa dig jämt.
Trust Me I Feel As You Do Sometimes But When I Look In My Daughters Eyes It All Goes Away.........I Love You Hon......Remember If You Need Me Let Me Know
Sometimes I wish I was a different person, living a different life.
Isn't that sad?
I wonder if I'll ever truly accept and like myself for who I am... and where I am.
COMMENTS
You surely aren't the only one who wishes that. I wish that on a daily basis.
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Joli
18:12 Oct 01 2008
No, it's not too funny at all. You're doing great and your eyes are lying to you...sometimes they do that. Try to remember that your value lies elsewhere and new moms have enough to do without worrying about chasing some illogical ideal...and a size zero is illogical! Find that beauty the rest of us see. I promise, it is right there and real.
dabbler
02:36 Oct 02 2008
I found that making meals a ritual type event have really cut down on comfort eating. It leaves me craving junk foods, but it makes me explore better alternative snacks as well.