There are so many stressors in life. Since my miscarriage in July 2004, I've tried my best to not let them get to me. I've tried...
But being sick, and having a child, makes it much more difficult to deal with stress. And so, it's getting to me.
I ended up taking Margaret to the emergency room yesterday. Daycare called about 45 minutes after my work day started, concerned because she was having difficulty breathing. I told them I'd come to get her, and tried to call her doctor's office before I left work. I got the answering service, even though it was 9:15...and I got disconnected while I was on hold. This threw me into quite the fit. By the time I picked Margaret up, her breathing was much better. They told me they had no problem with her staying if she had a breathing treatment, or if they got authorization to give them. Seeing as I couldn't get in touch with her doctor, however, I brought her straight to the hospital. I wanted to ensure there wasn't something else wrong with her.
After a nasal RSV test and a chest x-ray, the diagnosis is the same as before. Bronchiolitis, although not the type caused by RSV. That test was negative. Treatment: continue with the breathing treatments. :-/ I finally got in touch with her pediatrician at around 2PM and was able to get them to give authorization for nebulizer treatments at daycare. I also got a prescription for a nebulizer so I could buy a 2nd one to keep exclusively at daycare. However, it will be about a week before that 2nd nebulizer arrives.
This morning was pure hell. Brian didn't set his alarm clock so he was running behind. I did what I always do... get bottles ready and labeled, get food ready for daycare, fill out forms for daycare, feed Margaret her bottle, start her solids (Brian usually finishes her solids). Brian gave her the Pulmicort breathing treatment, but not Albuterol. So I had to fit that in, after stuffing and packing the cloth dipes for daycare, as well as changing a disgustingly messy poopy diaper, rinsing off said diaper, and packing myself up for the day. I ended up leaving the house 15 minutes late, and I almost forgot her antibiotic.
In the middle of all of this, Brian actually had the nerve to tell me that I need to get up earlier. I already wake up 2.5-2.75 hrs before I have to be at work. He's barely managing 1.75 hrs before work lately. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see how this isn't fair, especially considering I also stay up later with everything that needs to be done at night. I am SEETHING right now with rage. We've had this discussion over and over again about his time mis-management in the morning. But for him to blame ME because I expect some help from him in the morning is absurd. He's well-known for taking 30-40 minute showers (mine are a measly 10 minutes, at the most). Plus all the time he spends in the bathroom before the shower. BUT I'm to blame.
I told him before that I would start taking showers at night since he doesn't leave me much time in the morning, but I'd need to cut my hair short because I can't do that with longer hair. He flat out refused to let me cut my hair. I'm so mad right now, though, that I'm about ready to have it buzz-cut.
I don't like the person I am right now. I don't like that I become this person because of the nonsense that escapes from his lips. And the selfishness he exhibits. There's so much more to this, and I really am in no mood to go listing off every marital issue we've had. But the stress... It's really the last thing I need right now...
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7 comments:
Hang in there, Carrie. It will get better. The baby will get healthy and once she's up and walking, she can do so much more for herself. I was noticing what a big difference just a few months have made with John M.
You can do it!
Oh ((Carrie)). I'm so sorry. I'm one who tries really hard not to be sexist and not make blanket statments, but men can be such asshats sometimes. I would be seething, too, believe me, and I so hear you with the hair thing. Gregg doesn't want me chopping mine off, either, though it would make life so much easier. I would tell you to go for it, but I don't want to make things worse for you! ((((Hugs))))
Your post makes me feel bad for all of my comparatively trivial complaints of late. If you need to rant more, please feel free to e-mail me (like you have the time!) -- I just wish I could help lift your stress. It sucks, and I swear sometimes husbands know just what NOT to say, and yet they say it anyway. Ugh. They can certainly drive us crazy sometimes. Hope it all improves SOON.
Crista already said everything that I was going to say. So ((Hugs)) We're here for you.
Carrie,
Well, I don't know all the sordid details of your marriage (and possible issues) but I will tell you, you are NOT alone in the lack of help department in the a.m. Our household started a get up earlier routine two weeks ago because I couldn't stand it any longer. The conversation was agonizing convincing DH that he needed to actually get up earlier than 20 minutes before he was to leave for work (yes, he was getting up, showering, and leaving without ANY help with the dog or baby). He then decided to propose that he would be willing to get up an additional 30 minutes earlier if we could have sex every morning...I laughed out loud at him. As if.....like crista I try not to make blanket statements but men are 'tards! They suck.....we love you.
I hope Margaret feels better....have you thought about additional therapies for her to help? Chiropractic...I know I've said it before but I swear it can help!
hang in there....
OMG, Allison, I can totally hear my husband saying something like that!! I just tried finding your blog to tell you that there, but it couldn't be found.
MEN!
Carrie, thinking about you...
((HUGS))
Everyone's already said what I would say...
When Margaret is feeling better so will you.
crista....I created one but haven't used it because I got frustrated with the layout....I blog a little on bebo.com
Sorry to hijack your post Carrie.
allison
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