I'm blaming it all on the hormones. Or maybe it was that I knew Alex was having to leave town overnight for business. But I had some major anxiety about caring for both kids by myself for the first time. I was crying before he even left. Could this be my first bout of postpartum depression?
I called in some reinforcements and arranged for my brother Dylan and his girlfriend to come over to help entertain Tyler. Unfortunately they got delayed and prior to their arrival the Campbells were in poor shape. I was trying to feed Tyler and Jenna picked this period of time to need intense attention. I tried to put her in the swing. This didn't go well. It seemed to only make her wail harder. Then I made the mistake of using one of Tyler's favorite blankets for propping up Jenna since she is still too small for the swing. He was fine with this at first but then wanted to switch blankets midstream. When I said no, Tyler started to wail. With both kids screaming I resorted to joining in with sobs right in the middle of the family room floor. It wasn't until Tyler told me through tears that he was scared that I was able to pull it together.
To top it off, I was having extreme breast pain with that I believe was a clogged milk duct. So I was up at 3 a.m. searching the house for my breast pump to alleviate my discomfort. A new day, a new dawn. All was better (mommy, kids, and breast) within a day's time and Alex was home!
2 comments:
I have had a clogged duct so I completely understand that pain. Nothing like it in the world. When it eventually became unclogged it was like a waterfall but man did it feel better.
Megan....I so feel your pain with the kids and the crying with them on the floor. I've been there...believe me. It's not easy doing it all yourself but it does come with time. :) You are doing great!
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