Bewbies Be Gone and Other Sources of Anxiety

I have felt especially anxious these past few weeks and I always feel better when I write, so I am back.  This isn’t really about miscarriage, really, so it doesn’t really fit the “miscarriage blog” theme, but, well, so it is.

Things that are making me anxious (part I):

1. Baby E, just like her brother, spontaneously stopped nursing.  He did it in one day; she did it in two.  I love nursing her and this breaks my heart.  I am hoping that we can still have an early morning feed, or that she will have a change of heart, so I am going to still pump.  She is 11 months now, so we have had a pretty good go.  Still, it makes me sad.  I was hoping it would last longer.  We spent 4 days on a work/vacation trip to the SW and she did not nurse a single time.  I thought perhaps it was a change in her routine, but she still, after 2 days at home, has no interest.  She had virtually lost interest before we left, so this is not a surprise, really.

2. Baby E is not a baby anymore.  She is little girl E.  I do not have a baby anymore.  I am SO VERY HAPPY to be past the pregnancy phase of parenthood, but it is a chapter closing, and it makes me a bit sad.

3. I am gaining weight.  Oh, and I didn’t lose a single pound while breastfeeding.  And my thyroid is working just fine.  I need to get to the gym, but I am just too pooped at the end of the day to motivate myself to go.

4. S is super-gifted and, in a nutshell, his school doesn’t know what to do with him.  He is developmentally all over the place (gross-motor delay but he can read at 2) so they gave him what I think is a bogus diagnosis so he can get early intervention services.  This is good for him, but very hard for my maternal pride.  Through all the testing, all they did was tell me where S was behind.  I kept wanting to add “but you know he can read, right?  You know he can write words, right?  You know HE’S ONLY 2 YEARS OLD, RIGHT?”  He doesn’t fit the mold.  He’s different.  The system can’t deal with different.  So, yes, on one level, I get it.  On another level, though, can’t they at least acknowledge that in some areas, he so beyond their norms that their tests don’t even register this?  His skills do not show up on the tests for his age group, so instead we just ignore them?

5. Money.  We owe a lot.  We are owed a lot.  What we are owed is not here yet.

6. My neighbor is bat-shit crazy.  She’s a hoarder and owns two houses on our block that are totally full of shit.  We are now in a property line-dispute over inches.  Also, we own a third of her backyard and I am just annoyed enough to redo the fence so we get our land back.  This is mostly amusing, but I had living next to someone who doesn’t like me, even if it is mutual.

7. Work.  Tenure.  Publishing.  Lather.  Rinse.  Repeat.

8. My brother and his wife are going through IVF.  I feel like I should reach out to them, but I don’t like them.  They are honestly two of the most selfish people I have ever met and last year, the metaphorical straw broke, and I decided it was best for me to just stop trying to have a relationship with them.  I know how suck-tastic infertility is, but I just can’t reach out to them.  And this makes me feel like a terrible person.  But I just can’t.

I am sure there are more, but these are the big ones right now.  I would really like my new anti-anxiety medicine (actually, same medicine, higher dose) to kick in soon, please.

June 8, 2011. Life With Baby, Other Sucky Things, Ramblings, The Magnificent Baby E. 2 comments.