So, I thought the 2's were supposed to be terrible, not the 21 months! Marlo had her first ever, full out temper tantrum last night (thankfully we were home) and for no apparent reason. She had to go to daycare full time this week as grandpa and grandma were out of town. I'm thinking she was exhausted, but it lasted about 30 minutes, and for no reason at all. As I was holding her after her nap, (she was calm) I sat down in a chair and she freaked out! Wet noodle, on the floor, screaming her head off. My husband and I quickly learned that if we ignored her, the crying (pterodactyl noises) would stop. But the moment you made eye contact with that little dinosaur, the fight was on again!
We were planning on meeting a friend for dinner, so by the time we were about 20 minutes late, we decided to just go for it. Elmo (me) suggested we go outside and walk around, which seemed to calm her down for about 30 seconds. My husband fought with her to get in the car seat, but once she was strapped in, she stopped screaming and began politely talking to us like nothing ever happened....WHAT??!?!
Maybe she realized we weren't giving in. Maybe she realized that we had plans, and we weren't going to stop them because of her fits. Or maybe she was exhausted (as were we) after throwing herself around for 30 minutes for no damn reason! Once we got to dinner, she was content, happy, and running around like her normal self. She was smiling with our friend and playing peek-a-boo.
Toddlers are bipolar! I work in the mental health field, so I am not trying to bash anyone with bipolar, trust me, I've lived with people that have severe cases. But holy hell what was going on in that kids mind that she had to wet noodle throw herself in a tizzy on the floor and spin around and scream for literally 30 minutes? Has anyone ever hooked up a brain scan to a toddler during a temper tantrum? Probably not, because they are afraid of losing a limb while trying to attach it! Oye Vey!
Good luck parents of this age, we all need to stick together!
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017
PANIC Attacks!!!
Hey folks, I don't think I have a lot of followers, but I wanted to touch on something serious that happened to me this past weekend.
On Sunday morning around 5am I woke up with a horrible migraine. I got up, took one regular tylenol, and tried to go back to sleep. In my futile attempt to return to my slumber, I realized, I couldn't! It felt like I was struggling to breath, and my mind was racing. This went on for several hours.
I woke up my husband finally around 7am and told him what was happening. As I paced around the house, he sat drinking his coffee trying to calm me down, and of course analyzing what was happening, which was not the most helpful thing. He then tried to get me to sit and take deep breaths. This seems to work for a minute, but then my throat started to feel like it was closing. I finally announced I needed to go to the ER, I thought I was having a heart attack!
Let me tell you, the quickest way to get into the ER to be seen is to tell them you cannot breath. I was in a room and robe in a jif! As I sat waiting for a nurse or doctor I started to feel like my symptoms were getting worse, and my jaw started to tighten and get tingly. Finally the ER doc made his appearance, and he politely told me I was having a panic attack. WHAT?! ME? A panic attack? How could this be?
I Immediately started crying and told my husband I "felt like an asshole". How could this be happening to me, this is embarrassing, and worse, it made me feel like a horrible mother as my squish was there with us. Of course not knowing how long we would be, my husband called his parents to come pick up the kiddo, which meant more people knew what was happening. The ER took blood and did an EKG just be safe, but all came back normal. The doctor prescribed me 1mg of Ativan, however, I was so nervous about taking medication that I asked for half of the dose, which actually worked wonders. It did make me a bit dizzy, but I felt so much calmer and more myself again.
I didn't realize that I have been dealing with anxiety for so long after having my baby. I knew I had some mild anxiety prior to being pregnant, but after she was born, it just escalated, and eventually turned into this panic attack. I'm happy that I know I'm not having cardiac issues at this point, and have done a bit of research on how to control my body when it occurs again. It's ultimately making time for myself, and managing my emotions, not bottling things up, and making sure I am expelling the built up energy I tend to have.
Although I'm still slightly embarrassed that this happened, I am happy I am able to know what do next time it occurs, because there will be a next time. To top everything off, I think that my anxiety is now higher that I know I have real, full blown anxiety. I'm following up with my PCP at the end of the month.
My husband has struggled to understand and deal with my ups and downs, but he's getting the hang of it, and I am getting the hang of apologizing and making him aware of how I'm feeling each day.
For all the mom's out there that have dealt with this, don't be embarrassed. Talk about it, and allow yourself to understand that you will be able to heal from this, and eventually get your feelings and emotions in control.
On Sunday morning around 5am I woke up with a horrible migraine. I got up, took one regular tylenol, and tried to go back to sleep. In my futile attempt to return to my slumber, I realized, I couldn't! It felt like I was struggling to breath, and my mind was racing. This went on for several hours.
I woke up my husband finally around 7am and told him what was happening. As I paced around the house, he sat drinking his coffee trying to calm me down, and of course analyzing what was happening, which was not the most helpful thing. He then tried to get me to sit and take deep breaths. This seems to work for a minute, but then my throat started to feel like it was closing. I finally announced I needed to go to the ER, I thought I was having a heart attack!
Let me tell you, the quickest way to get into the ER to be seen is to tell them you cannot breath. I was in a room and robe in a jif! As I sat waiting for a nurse or doctor I started to feel like my symptoms were getting worse, and my jaw started to tighten and get tingly. Finally the ER doc made his appearance, and he politely told me I was having a panic attack. WHAT?! ME? A panic attack? How could this be?
I Immediately started crying and told my husband I "felt like an asshole". How could this be happening to me, this is embarrassing, and worse, it made me feel like a horrible mother as my squish was there with us. Of course not knowing how long we would be, my husband called his parents to come pick up the kiddo, which meant more people knew what was happening. The ER took blood and did an EKG just be safe, but all came back normal. The doctor prescribed me 1mg of Ativan, however, I was so nervous about taking medication that I asked for half of the dose, which actually worked wonders. It did make me a bit dizzy, but I felt so much calmer and more myself again.
I didn't realize that I have been dealing with anxiety for so long after having my baby. I knew I had some mild anxiety prior to being pregnant, but after she was born, it just escalated, and eventually turned into this panic attack. I'm happy that I know I'm not having cardiac issues at this point, and have done a bit of research on how to control my body when it occurs again. It's ultimately making time for myself, and managing my emotions, not bottling things up, and making sure I am expelling the built up energy I tend to have.
Although I'm still slightly embarrassed that this happened, I am happy I am able to know what do next time it occurs, because there will be a next time. To top everything off, I think that my anxiety is now higher that I know I have real, full blown anxiety. I'm following up with my PCP at the end of the month.
My husband has struggled to understand and deal with my ups and downs, but he's getting the hang of it, and I am getting the hang of apologizing and making him aware of how I'm feeling each day.
For all the mom's out there that have dealt with this, don't be embarrassed. Talk about it, and allow yourself to understand that you will be able to heal from this, and eventually get your feelings and emotions in control.
Monday, August 14, 2017
Am I the only one?
Lately I have been reading the book, "I Just Want to Pee Alone." It is a compilation of stories mostly taken from parenting blogs. They are put together to allow other parents to find humor in their own difficult situations when dealing with their children. While it's extremely entertaining, I do not come across many stories that speak highly of parenthood, and it has been making me feel like I am the only one in the world that enjoys being a parent.
I recently read one story about only child parents getting the wrath of parents with multiple children because they don't think having just one child is as difficult as several. This kind of upset me because, I only have one child as of right now, yes, but also, having one is very hard. And don't get me wrong, I think I am the only parent in my group of friends that doesn't constantly complain about their child (yet), but that's only because I tend to focus more on the positive end of parenting rather than all the negative stuff. As only having one child, that means that my husband and I are experiencing every first, and all the frustrations and learning how to deal with them all for the first time. I think sometimes, parents of multiple children forget how hard that first time parent thing can be. I'm sure having more than one is extremely difficult, (which I'm willing to try at some point), but I have also come to realize that these people never mention their partners, whether it's a husband or significant other. Where is the support?!
My husband is a FANTASTIC father. I could not have been more blessed with the person I chose to have children with. Marty is extremely involved with Marlo, and loves her and I to bits. He is able to see when I am getting frustrated, and will immediately take over and give me a break if needed. And I do the same for him. We always end up laughing in the end, even after Marlo has thrown a tantrum because I won't let her eat the dog food. I understand that not everyone has a partner, but there is a point in parenthood where you have to be able to ask someone, anyone, grandparent, aunt/uncle, friend, for help. We've all heard the saying "It takes a village", and it really does. It bugs me when all of these bloggers, and even my friends just make humor about complaining about their children. Children are a gift. We are so lucky to have Marlo, as we had some struggles trying to get pregnant, and I know other friends that have struggled as well.
I guess what I am trying to say is that parents needs to focus on the positives and the beauty of their children, regardless of what they broke that week, or the picture they drew on the wall. Quit complaining about being a parent and embrace it. And if you can't ask for help, that's your fault. I learned a long time ago, I cannot tackle everything on my own, especially my kid. So when I'm getting stressed or overwhelmed I ask for help. I'm not a religious person, but, love and cherish that child, because before you know they will be grown up and on their own.
Sorry about my rant!
I recently read one story about only child parents getting the wrath of parents with multiple children because they don't think having just one child is as difficult as several. This kind of upset me because, I only have one child as of right now, yes, but also, having one is very hard. And don't get me wrong, I think I am the only parent in my group of friends that doesn't constantly complain about their child (yet), but that's only because I tend to focus more on the positive end of parenting rather than all the negative stuff. As only having one child, that means that my husband and I are experiencing every first, and all the frustrations and learning how to deal with them all for the first time. I think sometimes, parents of multiple children forget how hard that first time parent thing can be. I'm sure having more than one is extremely difficult, (which I'm willing to try at some point), but I have also come to realize that these people never mention their partners, whether it's a husband or significant other. Where is the support?!
My husband is a FANTASTIC father. I could not have been more blessed with the person I chose to have children with. Marty is extremely involved with Marlo, and loves her and I to bits. He is able to see when I am getting frustrated, and will immediately take over and give me a break if needed. And I do the same for him. We always end up laughing in the end, even after Marlo has thrown a tantrum because I won't let her eat the dog food. I understand that not everyone has a partner, but there is a point in parenthood where you have to be able to ask someone, anyone, grandparent, aunt/uncle, friend, for help. We've all heard the saying "It takes a village", and it really does. It bugs me when all of these bloggers, and even my friends just make humor about complaining about their children. Children are a gift. We are so lucky to have Marlo, as we had some struggles trying to get pregnant, and I know other friends that have struggled as well.
I guess what I am trying to say is that parents needs to focus on the positives and the beauty of their children, regardless of what they broke that week, or the picture they drew on the wall. Quit complaining about being a parent and embrace it. And if you can't ask for help, that's your fault. I learned a long time ago, I cannot tackle everything on my own, especially my kid. So when I'm getting stressed or overwhelmed I ask for help. I'm not a religious person, but, love and cherish that child, because before you know they will be grown up and on their own.
Sorry about my rant!
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