redrover
Apr 21, 2008, 11:32 AM
Ok, so where to begin...
For six years my husband had been completing his degree while working a full time job. I have been at home raising our two young daughters. I was alone constantly with them and when my husband was home he was too tired to really be involved (ie... take them bike riding, give me a break, etc... ) I on the other hand felt guilty that he was working so hard and allowed, happy hours, weekend fishing trips for him, etc...
So finally he graduates... I am four months pregnant with our third child. He finds out he needs brain surgery... He has the crainotomy, that was gut wrenching! I had to send the kids away for five days and be with him in the hospital. He luckily had no mental or physical deficits! Three weeks later he is planning to go back to work and he develops an infection on his bone plate. I send the kids to my family again and spend another five days in the hospital with him. He loses the bone, they will not replace it for six months. At home I have to give him IV antibiotics for six weeks while managing two kids and telling them everything will be OK. Meanwhile, I am tired, afraid, and six months pregnant. He is out of work for nine months and really can't go anywhere because he has this hole in his head. So we all sit around and try not to be depressed.
I have the baby three months after his second surgery. The baby is big and suffers a brachial plexus injury during delivery. Two days later she has a mini seizure. She spends 14 days in the NICU while the doctors speculate about... possible meningitis, encephalitis, etc... Turns out they have no idea what caused it. So two more weeks in a different hospital with my infant while husband is home with the other two. After this there is a ridiculous amount of running around with doctor visits.
My six year olds kindergarten teacher suggests testing for my 6 year old for sensory issues just for some extra stress. January comes and my husband has a cranioplasty to replace his missing bone. The operation was successful and so far so good, no infection. He goes back to work after 10 months out.
We decide to declare chapter 7 because we are totally behind on bills, medical expenses. We have our first meeting soon. We had immaculate credit before this started. One month after my husband goes back to work they sell his company, so now he is in a good position to move having completed his degree but is nervous because of the recession we are in... OMG! As I am writing this I can hardly believe the luck that has befallen us. I mean, I am happy my husband is alive and my baby is all right... but, enough already!
So that said...
My moods have been horrible... My husband is like a new person, good in so many ways. The more nice things he does, the angrier I seem to feel. The baby is my joy... but the other two... ages 6 and 9, they can do nothing right. Every thing they do wrong infuriates me. Not cleaning up, answering back, asking for things... etc... I am flying off the handle for reasons I never have before. My patience is non existent and all I want to do is run away and go hide somewhere they will never find me. I don't want to destroy the loving relationship I have with my kids but I am having trouble finding patience and understanding lately... I am tired of taking care of everyone...
I am not a fan of pharmecuticals... I have never taken anything for depression and I really don't want to now. Any suggestions?
For six years my husband had been completing his degree while working a full time job. I have been at home raising our two young daughters. I was alone constantly with them and when my husband was home he was too tired to really be involved (ie... take them bike riding, give me a break, etc... ) I on the other hand felt guilty that he was working so hard and allowed, happy hours, weekend fishing trips for him, etc...
So finally he graduates... I am four months pregnant with our third child. He finds out he needs brain surgery... He has the crainotomy, that was gut wrenching! I had to send the kids away for five days and be with him in the hospital. He luckily had no mental or physical deficits! Three weeks later he is planning to go back to work and he develops an infection on his bone plate. I send the kids to my family again and spend another five days in the hospital with him. He loses the bone, they will not replace it for six months. At home I have to give him IV antibiotics for six weeks while managing two kids and telling them everything will be OK. Meanwhile, I am tired, afraid, and six months pregnant. He is out of work for nine months and really can't go anywhere because he has this hole in his head. So we all sit around and try not to be depressed.
I have the baby three months after his second surgery. The baby is big and suffers a brachial plexus injury during delivery. Two days later she has a mini seizure. She spends 14 days in the NICU while the doctors speculate about... possible meningitis, encephalitis, etc... Turns out they have no idea what caused it. So two more weeks in a different hospital with my infant while husband is home with the other two. After this there is a ridiculous amount of running around with doctor visits.
My six year olds kindergarten teacher suggests testing for my 6 year old for sensory issues just for some extra stress. January comes and my husband has a cranioplasty to replace his missing bone. The operation was successful and so far so good, no infection. He goes back to work after 10 months out.
We decide to declare chapter 7 because we are totally behind on bills, medical expenses. We have our first meeting soon. We had immaculate credit before this started. One month after my husband goes back to work they sell his company, so now he is in a good position to move having completed his degree but is nervous because of the recession we are in... OMG! As I am writing this I can hardly believe the luck that has befallen us. I mean, I am happy my husband is alive and my baby is all right... but, enough already!
So that said...
My moods have been horrible... My husband is like a new person, good in so many ways. The more nice things he does, the angrier I seem to feel. The baby is my joy... but the other two... ages 6 and 9, they can do nothing right. Every thing they do wrong infuriates me. Not cleaning up, answering back, asking for things... etc... I am flying off the handle for reasons I never have before. My patience is non existent and all I want to do is run away and go hide somewhere they will never find me. I don't want to destroy the loving relationship I have with my kids but I am having trouble finding patience and understanding lately... I am tired of taking care of everyone...
I am not a fan of pharmecuticals... I have never taken anything for depression and I really don't want to now. Any suggestions?