New Roots

Since moving here I’ve been incredibly blessed to find certain groups, certain women (whom I’ve only connected with online via facebook, etc.) who have reached out to me. Who go out of their way to ask me how I’m doing (almost daily). They text message me, email me or offer to come bring me dinner/meals, etc. I found a few good neighbors (so far) close by, who tend to always reach out to me as well. I am very grateful. I knew moving here (from Florida), that I’d find people like that here. Especially since I was an RN in 3 different states and I was able to see the difference in support systems, difference in people and difference in how people treat you, especially. I knew coming here I’d find good people. I found an AMAZING doctor. The entire office is so unbelievably supportive. They call me to check on me, they answer my calls and talk to me like a friend. I’ve even put together a “Mom group” for our subdivision that has about 150 women so far. Although, I haven’t been able to actually get out yet to do much because of this pregnancy and bed rest, I hope to meet a lot of these mom’s and get our kids together to play together. With that being said, and all that I am going through, I just feel so blessed to have chose this as our home. I recently went out side to water our new trees and flowers and had no idea that fire ants would be out after all this rain we’ve been having. I immediately got attacked and bit all over my feet and that night I posted on our community facebook group looking for help/suggestions to help ease the itch and pain. Two women were willing to give me Young Living Essential Oils to try and came to my home with no hesitation and gave me entire bottles. I tried them and I FELL IN LOVE and I bought my very first kit today. Although it was only one oil (lavender) it seriously helped me relax and rest when my mind was racing. Not to mention it stopped the itch! What a miracle. I feel like THESE oils can help me “feel” holistically better. It’s not just needing medication or a release…there is so much more. I had another amazing mom reach out to me and suggest that I take this “New Roots” course at a local church (video below). After the tremendous support from the women who run the course and the mom who suggested it herself, I signed up. Never in my life have I ever done something like this. Never have I ever felt so encouraged by so many other women to speak up. I have never had the support that I have now…and these people are complete strangers. A lot of people that reached out are old friends from high school and friends who knew me when I was young. I can’t thank you all enough. Especially when I haven’t even heard from a lot of those who I thought were closest to me. In a time like this, no matter who you are, I cannot thank you enough for reaching out to me. For the suggestions and the never ending offers to help (even though I’m so bad at accepting it). I feel so so blessed to be here. I know that THIS is where we were meant to be and God put me here for a reason.

Pregnancy Bumpdate UPDATE

So as some of you may have noticed, I haven’t posted my “update” of my belly in a while. Well, it’s because I’ve decided to stop. Maybe I’ll regret that or maybe I’ll pick back up again to get one more photo before Juliette comes, who knows? But the real truth behind it is so much more…

Some of you look at this blog and think my (our) life is so great and flawless. It is far from. I never wanted this blog to portray such a thing because in all honesty I wanted it to be something I could reflect on in the future to see “how far I’ve come” or “what I’ve been through”. And look at milestones my kids have been through. The most detailed I really ever was in my posts were the posts about my dad and how much he’s destroyed me in different ways or how he’s damaged my inner child. Some of you know the story, a lot of you don’t.

And some of you really know me (and what I’m going through now), and a lot of you don’t. It’s not always rainbows over here. So I thought I’d be completely honest and tell you exactly how it is or has been these past 34 weeks (or more).

We tried so hard to get pregnant after Josie. Miscarriage after miscarriage after miscarriage. God had HIS plan. Which I think worked out well because I’m not sure having a newborn when Josie is even THIS young is a good idea, but God made it happen so he must believe in me some way or another (that I can do this).

I was sad because I couldn’t get pregnant. I was sad because I wanted another baby. Preferably another girl for Josie to have a sister and lifelong friend. I feel like I’ve spent so much of my recent life just not being happy and never living in the “moment”. Living for the next day…

I have always hated facebook in the sense that it reminds you in so many ways what you want, don’t have or what you wish for. But in reality, not everyone has perfect candy coated lives. Because if you look on my Facebook page, you’ll see only certain things posted. You don’t see the good the bad and the ugly. You really truly only see the good. And that goes the same with everyone else. I don’t know if the person who looks like they’re in complete bliss in their marriage, is really struggling to keep it together or if they are in counseling trying to “make it work” with their spouse. Who knows? These are just examples.

I guess, basically what I’m trying to say is that I have been struggling for quite some time. I would honestly say since I stopped running, working out, exercising and feeling incredibly independent. I feel like I lost myself. It all happened after Josie was born. Not that I don’t think my life is complete or fulfilled by the most amazing little girl. I do, please don’t mistake what I’m saying here. What I’m saying is that motherhood changes you. Well, it changed me. It changed the chemistry in my brain. It changed how I look at life. It changed how much I worry, sleep, rest and eat. It changed how I take care of myself. It changed every single aspect of who I am. It has made my anxiety feel like it’s high on cocaine. And quite frankly it has been incredibly exhausting. I sat inside the house for 19 months while I pumped breastmilk to feed Josie. I barely left and made excuses constantly. And when we moved to Florida, I swore I’d get out more. But with my preexisting anxiety disorder I had prior to ever having children, I found it very hard to calm my mind. It raced at every angle. Every thought. I slept with one eye open. I worried about foods to feed Josie, nap times, pump times, working, my marriage…blah, blah, blah. The list is endless. But the difference between me and other moms (who may say this is completely “normal”), is that my thoughts sometimes weren’t normal. Actually most of the time, they weren’t normal. Sometimes they were so completely and utterly ridiculous that even I noticed they were ridiculous but I just couldn’t shut my mind off from it. I couldn’t stop the thoughts. And I still can’t. They are slowly killing me. These thoughts ultimately smothered me and still are today. I feel trapped. And it’s getting worse daily. I feel like something is crushing my chest in…an elephant on my chest. I feel isolated. I feel tired but hyperactive. I feel happy but sad. I feel like I’m out of my own body. I can’t help but ask, “what happened to me?” I’m a rollercoaster of emotions.

Not every day is like this…

I have my good days…

But my bad days really do out number the good.

I was so truly happy during my first pregnancy. Comfortable? No. But happy? Yes.

With my second, I waited for those happy feelings. The first trimester went by and my anxiety grew. The second trimester came and the worries and depressed thoughts took over my brain like flies on hot Texas garbage.

I tried to force happiness. When you’re pregnant and your belly reaches the point where it’s obvious to everyone else that there’s a baby in there, that’s when everyone starts talking to you about it. Asking you questions…

“is it a girl or a boy?”

“is it your first?”

“are you excited?”

No one wanted to hear why I wasn’t excited. No one wanted to hear me go on and on about how we tried and how I spend every day in fear. No one wanted to hear how I would obsessively look every time I wiped after using the bathroom to see if there was blood (again). No one wanted to hear how stressed out I was because my husband was gone for two weeks straight every month, my two year old toddler spent her second birthday in the ICU because of newly found severe food allergies. No one wanted to hear how stressed I was that I was sleepless and restless, my mind was racing, I was thinking ridiculous scenarios in my head and that my toddler decided to turn into a monster overnight with her random extensive tantrums over absolutely nothing.

No one wanted to hear the stress of moving, having no family, no friends near and no support system. Or that I didn’t have an adult conversation on most days. No one wanted to hear that I have PTSD and horrible worries about Josie going outside, going to different places or even “what if something was accidently added to that cereal that I trusted?” Every time she has an itch, I jump. Every time she gets a bump on her I’m reaching for the Benadryl and contemplating the ER. Is she having a reaction? Did she eat something she shouldn’t have had? Did she get bit outside? I’m like a shadow that follows her every move and it’s exhausting. The worry I have for her daily is enough to drive a person insane and that and so much more has put me at my breaking point. And I can’t turn it off. It won’t stop.

I am mentally and physically exhausted. And not the normal type of pregnancy exhaustion. People always say “oh it’s the hormones, girl, you’ll be just fine afterwards.” But most of you have no idea that I struggled with anxiety pretty bad before pregnancy. Before Josie. Before college, during college and afterwards. I don’t think I was ever depressed but the two really do go hand in hand. And for the first time in my life, during this pregnancy, I can honestly say that I AM depressed. The worst part is that people look at my life and say: “well look at all you have to be happy about”. “You have a beautiful daughter, your husband is so amazing, you have a big huge house, you can buy anything you want…” Or THE WORST: “you just need to relax.” It’s NOT about that. People act like I don’t try! I don’t WANT to feel this way! I don’t WANT to think this way! I don’t WANT my heart to race constantly!

It’s about inner peace. It’s about waking up and not wishing it was bedtime already. It’s about enjoying the day not staring at the clock waiting for the day to end. It’s about not being aware of the day of the week rather than counting down the days, weeks or months until this or that, etc. Every single morning I want to pull the covers over my head and sleep. Sleep through the first, second and third trimester. Sleep through these thoughts and worries and crazy thoughts. Sleep through this anxiety. Sleep through the time my husband is gone. Sleep through the move. Sleep through the unpacking. Sleep through the birth. Sleep through the first month…

I did realize I had a problem. I realized a long time ago. I tried to talk to “friends” and “family” but it was all the same…”just relax, Stacy.” No one took me serious. No one took me serious when I really thought “life would be better if I was no longer in it.” No one took me seriously when I’d have a meltdown and tell them my thoughts. That I was struggling pretty bad. No one really took me seriously. No one REALLY understands. They see the “happy Stacy” and think, well she’s just “moody” or “having a difficult day”.

Those things are normal (to a certain extent), I get it. But what isn’t normal is crying every day. Or being short fused at pretty much anything. Or saying the most crazy stuff and looking back and thinking “what the hell was I thinking?” Or thinking, really, really thinking that everything and everyone would be better without me in their lives. Or contemplating in your head whether pills or using a gun would be easier? THIS…THIS…is what brought me to seek help. Because I’ve honestly never reached this point until recently. It was 2:00am and I was desperate for an escape from myself. I considered the ER but I called my husband instead. Who calmed me down after several hours and begged me to call my OBGYN right then and there, or go to the ER, or call the police. I was having the ultimate meltdown and I had no one. Just a two and a half year old crying at my feet. No adult to turn to. No friend to call up locally. I never, ever in my life felt so out of body. It was terrifying.

…obviously I was and am okay. That very next day I saw my doctor.

I almost didn’t stay at the doctors. I was so upset in the waiting room I could barely control myself. But the receptionist begged me to stay and then eventually told me that I wasn’t leaving. After sitting down and talking about all of this plus more for an hour or so. I felt a sense of relief. I had someone ACTUALLY listen to me. Someone actually take me seriously. Someone understand. She gave me a plan and put me on a low dose anti-anxiety/depression medication. And I’ll be the first stubborn person to say, I am no longer ashamed to admit that I need medication (at least right now).

I’m praying that within the coming weeks I can feel a sense of relief. That the sun will shine better and the days will become shorter (because I’ve had too much fun to realize that they’ve come and gone). I’m praying so hard that God teaches me how to be a mom to TWO beautiful little girls. That I CAN make this work. That I WAS meant to be a mom. Because the worst thought I have had throughout all this was: “I don’t think I was meant to be a mother.” But that’s not true. It’s the best, most rewarding job on the planet. And as I sit here and sob at the near thought of life without my Josie girl, I feel so angry at myself for allowing it to go on this long. She is my world. My heart and my everything.

Just to have a little bit of peace and a little bit of relaxation is worth the fight.

I just want to feel like I can breathe again. I want to feel above water and not attached to an anchor at the bottom of an ocean as I barely can take a breath of air.

I just want these racing thoughts to disappear. I want to sleep again. I want to let my kid play outside without inspecting every inch of her skin looking for a bite. I want to just let it go without saying the words “I know, but I’m just worried.”

I don’t want to “worry” anymore.

Our daughter deserves better. My husband deserves better. I deserve to feel happy. I am no longer ashamed to say that I sought help. As I sat at my OB’s office, I cried to them like a sobbing baby about this and that and went on and on and on. I truly believe the medication will make me a better person. It’s not something I hope to be on for a long period of time, but I certainly believe that it will give me a sense of peace. At least make me functional. It will make my marriage better, my mothering skills better, my patience better and my overall wellbeing better. My girls deserve a present mother. Not one wishing away the days.

I don’t want to look back and regret that I didn’t enjoy when they craved my embrace over a fall or sitting down and reading books and playing with toys together. I want to be in the moment when the moment happens. They deserve that. And I owe that to them.

I don’t want to be the mom who harbors her children from the world out there.

I want my children to feel at ease. I don’t want them to feel my tension or anxiety over the smallest, silliest things.

The most important thing I did was acknowledge that I had a problem. The second most important thing was that I have an incredibly supportive husband.

I thank God for my strength. Because a lot of people don’t have it in them to seek help. Although in these moments, I feel like the weakest person on the planet, I am actually very strong to keep my head above water and talk to someone about this. Because enough is enough. I want it to stop.

I didn’t have a great childhood. My memories are mostly painful. And I want nothing more than the best for my girls. And knowing I was giving them the worst of me, was killing me inside. Josie sees me daily and Juliette doesn’t get the love or connection she deserves. I want to love this little girl like I loved Josie in my belly. But throughout this pregnancy, I haven’t. It’s not that I don’t love HER it’s just that my love for her is overshadowed with anxiety and depression. It consumed me.

There’s no miracle that will happen. I will always have this horrible disease called anxiety. But there are ways to make it tolerable and make life enjoyable. There are ways to treat it. There are people to talk to about it. And I’m no longer ashamed to hide it. I’m no longer afraid to admit it.

I have depression and anxiety.

I will get better.

I will be better.

I want to be better.

If you or anyone you know is suffering, please know that there is help out there. There are people you can talk to. And there are others out there that feel the same. It’s all about seeking help. That’s the first step. Don’t be afraid.

I can’t thank God enough for giving me a husband (although we’re not perfect) who understands and supports me. Who loves me so much. I can’t thank him enough for encouraging me to talk to someone.

It’s Too Hot to be Inside…

But it’s too hard to handle this toddler outside on my own while I’m 33 weeks pregnant and told to “rest” and “don’t do anything”. It’s so much easier said than done. Especially when you’re chasing a toddler around who must have her way or the world is completely and utterly over. I’m uncomfortably pregnant and over it. I’m over the horrible sleep. I’m over the lack of energy. I’m over being tired. I’m seriously over being pregnant. And I’d be perfectly okay if this was the last pregnancy I’ve had to go through. Terrible twos are so much harder than I imagined. And Bobby being away for several weeks at a time while I handle this all on my own is much more difficult. Now just add an infant in four weeks…oh Lord, please help me.

Well anyways, we’ve been getting her outside as much as we can. It’s hot out here, guys! It’s like 100 degree everyday and some days it feels even hotter.

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