I am not in a good place. James will be seven weeks tomorrow. We are in that place where the help stops and people assume that we have it under control and we do. But then it begins to feel like Groundhogs Day...same thing over and over and over. Feedings, naps, cartoons, dinner, bath time, and then over and over and over.The lack of sleep begins to really get to you...When I think about it, I haven't slept for more than a four hour stretch in seven weeks! The grind is beginning to wear on me.
I felt my anxiety come back on Monday. It was a stressful day. The twins had their five year old shots and it was the longest I had been away from James. I thought it would go away but here I am on Thursday and it is still here. It makes me feel crazy, especially around the twins. I guess because I have to fake it with them the most. Smile. Act like I am not crawling out of my skin.
I have searched and searched online and all I read about is PPD. I don't feel depressed...I feel anxious. So today I feel like I am hitting a wall. I feel like James will never sleep through the night and I will never feel like myself again. I wish my parents lived closer so I could walk next door and be taken care of for a bit; the way that parents do.
I know this will pass but I wish it would pass now!