Almost a year ago marked the beginning of what’s been a bittersweet journey. I found out I was pregnant and immediately had nausea, sciatica, and every other symptom out of the books. I’m not a normally sick person, so the drama was not something I was used to complaining about. But I was blessed just to be pregnant, and I tried to remind myself that throughout the nine months. I failed a lot.
The moment I delivered Ryan, I thought to myself, “no more nausea, heartburn, and pelvic pressure!” Well, those did go away but in their place came new obstacles. I developed a rash in the hospital that led me to see my OBGYN twice before I convinced them it was not an allergic reaction; It was PUPPS. Ten weeks later, I still have a reoccurring rash that will not go away. I’ve seen two different dermatologists. It develops like welts on my legs, arms, and behind. It itches like hell and heat makes it worse. I’ve been on 2 rounds of steroids (which have their own side effects), 3 topical creams, and 3 different antihistamines only to not yet know when it will go away. It comes and goes as it wishes. I’ve spent close to $250 trying to figure out what is wrong. I’m sure stress is only making it worse. I am starting round 3 of prednisone this week. I know it won’t cure it, but I can’t stand going to the beach looking and feeling like this. At least it goes away temporarily.
Ryan got a cold at 6 weeks old that turned into an ear infection. It should just be illegal for an infant that small to get sick. We went through weeks and weeks of congestion, sneezing, and amoxicillin side effects.
My local pharmacy has misunderstood or been confused by both of the prescriptions for Ryan (amoxicillin and Levilin) over the past 10 weeks causing significant delays in getting medicine. And most recently misunderstood my prescriptions. Unfortunately for my husband, I’ve blamed him for it by telling him over and over how much I despise the city we live in. I really do.
I’ve lost countless nights of sleep being the only one who can feed Ryan in the middle of the night, console him, and try and get him back to sleep. The past weekend was almost unbearable with the screaming. Josh walked out once. I followed his lead and did the same the next morning. Please know that we understand that Ryan can’t help it, and it’s his form of communication. However, there is only so much crying you can handle before you just have to take a breath and walk away. Half of the time it’s tummy issues. The other half its being overtired. I do have to say that yesterday was a MUCH better day!
I’ve semi-neglected my 4 year old because I’m home alone a lot with two kids at night, trying to console a fussy newborn while instructing Tyler to do something on his own. Not to mention that my “easy going” child has hit another phase. This same phase hit this time last year (like almost to the date). It’s called the “don’t want to listen” and “think everything is silly” phase. Not to mention he is SO loud lately! Not good in a ranch style house where you can hear everything!
I’ve tried to do everything better than I did with Tyler. I didn’t allow Ryan to sleep in the swing at nights. I didn’t rock him to sleep or bounce him excessively to soothe him to sleep. I read numerous sleep aid books and tried to put Ryan in the mold they have created and then was disappointed when he didn’t match up. It’s hard not to compare him to Tyler at this age. While Tyler was not a great sleeper, he was doing better than this at his age. Is going by the books really worth it?
It’s a lot to take in knowing that this was my maternity leave. Not only that, but it’s my last one. The leave I envisioned was just not the case. And now I go back to work tomorrow, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. One on hand, I’m very sad. While I have had a stressful leave, I was still blessed to be at home and paid. I have watched him grow daily. He smiles more for me than anyone else. I know him upside and down. I know what makes him cranky, how to soothe him, the best way to settle his stomach, if he can make that extra half an hour before a feeding, etc. And now I turn a percentage of that over to someone else during the day. I almost think that if I had just a little more time, I’d figure this thing out. I’m almost there. I’ve almost got a schedule down and can juggle two kids on my own at night. But time has run out for now.
On the other hand, I have always been a woman who needs balance. While my career is not #1, nor will it ever be, it still defines a part of me. It makes me feel like a woman and not just a mom. And while there are plenty of incredible stay-at-home moms out there, I’m never going to be one of them. And that’s ok by me. I will have new stresses at work, new stresses at home, and I will learn to balance them out and realize what really matters.
Even though this has been an incredibly stressful maternity leave, I at least had one. We are only given as much as we can handle, and I know that while this might be at my threshold, I still survived. I never once expected life with two kids and a husband who has hours like he does to be easy. I never expected having a newborn to be easy either. But despite all the bad, there have been a lot of great moments. And I’m really glad I was around to witness them.
It’s a bittersweet feeling to go back to work and hand Ryan off during the day. But I did it with Tyler, and though I know I’m biased, I think he’s pretty awesome, and honestly I think I was a better mom because of it. I’m not an Emmy-award-winning mom by an means. But I’d say with what came at me, I got through it. I’m still getting through it. What is a struggle now will only be replaced by a new one down the road. For now, I’m just going to keep moving forward and watch my two redheads grow even more, surviving the chaos one day at a time. It will pass, and I will soon wonder where the time went.
Hopefully, the rash will find its way home soon.
Hopefully, the meds will work for Ryan.
Hopefully, I’ll get my 4 year old back, and he won’t think I hate him.
Hopefully, I’ll have sufficient brain power to not only go back to work but prove that I deserved a promotion.
Until then…this is life with 2 3 redheads.
Amen.

