"Wishing You Were Here"

Is the name of the song I've been listening to for the past few hours. My hubby left me with his MP3 player today to help mask the sounds of the baby crying when he hits "critical mass". It really helped. I've been a Chicago addict all day. Poor babe though choked on his spit and blew snot out of his nose he was crying so hard at one point today.. I had to put him down for 5 minutes and he got so upset.. but I swear I was going to freak out so I had to put him down. Sorry Xavier. I"m sure you wont be scarred by this when you're 16. I might be, however.

Today has been a big ball of emotions. I had a serious panic attack last night at 1opm and couldn't fall asleep until 1:30 am. I even had the "Night off" and yet I couldn't sleep. I hate this, I feel like such a useless tool, but I had to admit last night that I have an anxiety problem and I need help. The weight of my new responsibilities as a parent of 2 is weighing me down.

My anxiety is causing me to avoid doing things that I know I should, like even trying to sleep. Here it is 10:20, I should have been in bed hours ago, but I'm avoiding it. Just sitting here at the computer, typing away, listening to old Chicago tunes.

"And I'd like to change my life and you know I would, just to be with you tonight baby if I could, but I've got my job to do, and I do it well.. so I guess that's how it is"...

This line from Wishing You Were Here really hits home - how I'd love to spend a night in my husband's arms, relaxing, doing the things that we used to do before we got married, or just taking a drive by myself for a few hours, playing soccer with my friends, going on a trip, ANYTHING but another day of drudgery with a baby. Don't get me wrong, I love my son. I love my daughter. I love my house. I did want a family. But I'm feeling so isolated, so housebound, so tied down, so FUCKING TIRED.... so bored of the monotony.. another breastfeed/supplement, another burp session, another diaper, another load of laundry... "lather, rinse, repeat" (thanks Ange for that line!) . The grief from the loss of one's freedom is so devastating, for those of you who don't have kids, its the equivalent to a death it hits you that hard. Yes, as parents we DO love our kids and we DO love our families but this is so hard to deal with. Also the massive changes in lifestyle for the mat leave year are also hard do cope with. Good thing I've been through this before and I know how hard it is. This time at least I"m not seriously incapacitated by depression. Some moderate to strong anxiety, yes. Extreme fatigue due to insomnia and other disturbances, yes. Depressed, not so much.

One thing that's tough is that I'm an extrovert and get all charged up and energized being with people, and I'm home all day with someone who doesn't even know how hold his head up yet, let alone speak a word. The isolation on Mat Leave gives me too much time to think. What is running through my mind is that its just so complicated and so intense to have a new baby, AND a three year old to deal with. I didn't realize we had it so good with only one child. I am so scared that we have completely lost all our "alone" time forever and ever.. Dammit its so easy to lose perspective when you're this tired and this scared and this overwhelmed. I dont konw what I've lost and what I've gained. I dont know if I'm coming or going.

One song on this collection that brings tears to my eyes is the song Hard Habit to Break. A kind of wistful song to begin with, but it really brings me back to 1985, I was 15 years old, I was so happy with my friends and my soccer playing and everything that year. It really was the perfect year.

I never thought that my life would get more complicated when I left home. God back then I never thought I'd LEAVE home. I thought that I'd probably live with my mom and dad and brother in Brockville forever. I never thought that things would change so much. I never thought these changes would be so difficult.

One thing that is also on my mind is the similarity between my last postpartum year experience and this one. The same time of year, the same hospital, the same recovery room, even my kids look similar at birth/early months. The same sick, excruciating feelings in your bones, joints and organs as you struggle to recover from pregnancy and childbirth, the same groin and bladder and back pains to suck up and cope with, the same shooting pains from my nipples as I try to breastfeed (with problems) yet again, the same back and neck strain from lifting a 13 lb baby a zillion times per day.

I'm also starting to think about losing my Dad a lot. So many triggers, no wonder all of this is coming back to me so strongly. Frankly I"m surprised at the intensity of the pain.

Wishing You Were Here indeed.

I definitely will need a LOT of support come November.

Dad, I miss you like crazy today. I came to accept you not being here for awhile, and to even accept that you not being here actually freed us from the craziness that you put us through. That we were actually free from your depression, from your addiction, your crazy and over-the-top dramatic/abusive behaviour. I was ok with that for the past year or so. I was even getting a bit calloused agains the pain the past few months of my pregnancy. But now that you have another grandchild on this planet that you will never see grow up, that you won't ever be around to give me a few words of encouragement (when you could that is), I am starting to miss you again. I miss those "good times" - when times were good for us, they were REALLY good. And I miss that, to the very core of my being. I feel so lost without you some days, its not funny. I wish you could send me a sign that you're still around, that you see me sitting here crying over you, that you could be right beside me and LET ME KNOW from the next dimension that everything will be ok. But you can't.

I miss you Daddy. I need a hug and for you to tell me everything's going ot be ok. For some reason, whenever you said that, whether you meant it or not, I felt better about everything. And you'll never be here again to tell me that.

What am I going to do now? PLEASE COME BACK DADDY I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU.

How do I ever get over you? How do I ever get used to this? Its been 3 years and I'm still levelled to my knees every so often when I realize that you're gone.

Forever.

You're a Hard Habit to Break.