Anonymous wrote:You can’t work and have a husband who can’t handle both kids on his own. Either he steps up so you get some time with friends, or you become a Sahm with very part time work and have playgroups and walks in the sunshine every afternoon.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:i posted in another thread, i've not only lost myself, i don't exist really. i get it. my one year old doesn't sleep, has never slept through the night, gets rocked to naps, and wants to always be moving or playing, i wear the same pants and shirt, i barely get through work, i dread the nights, i dread the exhaustion of the morning, i dread the day errands and being tired and looking like trash and feeling fat in my own body. so no advice, just letting you know i feel the same and i don't think it gets better (people said it would, but it's not true).
How would you know it doesn’t get better if your kid is only one year old?
Because everyone said it would get better after “fourth” trimester ....after they start solids....after they start walking....after they can express themselves....guess what, it hasn’t so all those “it gets better” have been empty reassurances from people who have help or easy kids. i stand by what i said...how can it get better? it doesn’t, just harder.
At risk of starting the CIO war here, once your kid is trained, you will be a new human being. You sound despondent, which Is how I was right before we got each kid sleeping well. I do agree on your "it gets better" assessment. I'm 6 years in to three kids and it's still hard, even though all three are sleeping well and easy.
Anonymous wrote:It is a phase. But also try refocusing on what you are doing and why you are doing it. There are two tiny, helpless human beings you brought into the world and are raising up to be a part of something. There is great purpose in this, and it takes all a person has got in them to be the primary care giver. A primary care giver is not a shell of a person -- you are the most important person it the the universe to those two kids right now.
Embrace the stage of life you are in. It goes fast.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:i posted in another thread, i've not only lost myself, i don't exist really. i get it. my one year old doesn't sleep, has never slept through the night, gets rocked to naps, and wants to always be moving or playing, i wear the same pants and shirt, i barely get through work, i dread the nights, i dread the exhaustion of the morning, i dread the day errands and being tired and looking like trash and feeling fat in my own body. so no advice, just letting you know i feel the same and i don't think it gets better (people said it would, but it's not true).
How would you know it doesn’t get better if your kid is only one year old?
Because everyone said it would get better after “fourth” trimester ....after they start solids....after they start walking....after they can express themselves....guess what, it hasn’t so all those “it gets better” have been empty reassurances from people who have help or easy kids. i stand by what i said...how can it get better? it doesn’t, just harder.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:i posted in another thread, i've not only lost myself, i don't exist really. i get it. my one year old doesn't sleep, has never slept through the night, gets rocked to naps, and wants to always be moving or playing, i wear the same pants and shirt, i barely get through work, i dread the nights, i dread the exhaustion of the morning, i dread the day errands and being tired and looking like trash and feeling fat in my own body. so no advice, just letting you know i feel the same and i don't think it gets better (people said it would, but it's not true).
How would you know it doesn’t get better if your kid is only one year old?
Anonymous wrote:i posted in another thread, i've not only lost myself, i don't exist really. i get it. my one year old doesn't sleep, has never slept through the night, gets rocked to naps, and wants to always be moving or playing, i wear the same pants and shirt, i barely get through work, i dread the nights, i dread the exhaustion of the morning, i dread the day errands and being tired and looking like trash and feeling fat in my own body. so no advice, just letting you know i feel the same and i don't think it gets better (people said it would, but it's not true).