Counting Down ‘Til Bedtime

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I have been a mother for ten weeks, five days, and four hours.

Yes, I know this for a fact, because many days I sit and watch the minutes tick by until bed time. We made it 24 hours. No one has died, no one has gone crazy (yet), and except for the minor disagreement over the swaddle, we are mostly happy. In my new world of swaddles and bumbos and sleep training, making it to bedtime without any international incidents, major meltdowns, or physical harm goes into the “win” column. Except…

At the end of day, guilt starts to trickle into my thoughts.

Guilt is sneaky that way. I prefer the in your face anger that my little angel spits at me when I’m not feeding her correctly. No subtlety or sneakiness, just plain and honest emotion. Guilt has none of the in your face confrontational skills that my ten week old has mastered. Guilt takes the side route and attacks my vulnerabilities.

Many thousand times a day, I feel trapped– by motherhood, by the enormity of it, the expectations of others, the emotional chaos that came with that seven pound bundle of joy. Shouldn’t I just bask in the joy, knowing so many others would want what I have? Guilt whispers this in my ear.

Postpartum depression, like guilt, is a tricky illness. It comes and goes in severity. It does get better, but slowly. And then sometimes it gets worse again. My entire life has been flipped upside down; will I raise her correctly? Will she hate me? What if she gets eaten by wolves? Or worse, what if she turns out like Miley Cyrus?

Hazel is my light and my heart, but there are some days where I want her to take a 15 hour nap so that I can do something reasonable. Like cook with two hands. Or take a shower. Or, God forbid, sleep.

Today, I will have to settle for knowing that it’s 5.5 hours to bedtime and no one has died yet.

WIN.

Related post: Why I’m Embracing The Mommy Guilt 

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    says

    I love this post, my daughter is 2 now and I still feel that way some days. It’s really hard to live with the pressure in my own head, much less comparing myself to other moms who seem to have it more together, are doing “more” with their own kids. Know that you’re not alone in the mommy guilt, no one thinks they’re doing it 100% right!

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    Karen says

    I used to feel this way every day. Thanks to therapy, anti-depressants, and support groups I now only feel this way sometimes. Just this week it was “we made it to a year and nobody died.” Thanks for writing this post, hope it helps you feel better about how you feel.

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    Leigh says

    This post is great. I can completely relate. I remember watching Louis C.k. When I was struggling. It was the first time I understood that it’s okay to love your children with all your heart and still think life sucks with them sometimes. Thank you for sharing your own raw reality. Letting go of expectations and avoiding sanctimonious moms has done wonders for me personally.

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