(Rowan and Ellis 5 months)
I do not even know where to begin. The last two months have been crazy: more time than we would like spent at work, TERRIBLE winter weather and it is supposed to be spring, very full weekends and two baby girls whom are growing faster and faster. The weekdays seem to spin by. We can typically have dinner together 2 nights a week. Otherwise Colin is at work late, I am at work late or Colin is at band practice. Something that has been determined that he needs to keep his sanity. I support sanity FULLY. The nights we are home we are passing ships; one playing with the girls, one making dinner, one doing the bedtime routine, one walking the dog, one doing dishes, one getting ready for the next day (I know you moms know it- stuffing the diapers, adding food to bags, changes of clothes, readying bottles, washing diapers, cleaning lunch boxes). Most nights I have late night work to do and when we do sit down to relax it is typically close to 9:30 or 10. At that point we laugh about something Lillian said, a new skill Rowan learned, a funny thing someone said or we just sit quietly enjoying just that....silence. Ahh the days of our lives. I cannot help but to reflect daily on it all. I know we will look back on these days and miss them dearly and think how amazing they really were. But Colin said to me very sadly the other day that he hates "this" right now (ie no time to himself, no time for us, constant chaos). That broke my heart. He is right, this, this right now is hard. A hard that no one can describe. A hard that you really can only laugh about. It is not the hard that we have seen in the news in the last few weeks, not war hard, not starvation hard, but self being hard. So with that and the complete unhappiness at work over the last few months I have given notice at work.
I have absolutely struggled with postpartum depression with Rowan. This time things were different. Everyday my heart ached for her, tears would flow multiple times a week. I could not stand the fact that I was working a job that was squashing me, my drive, my potential while my two little girls were being raised by someone else. This decision to quit, or not to quit makes you question EVERYTHING. Will I be a PT again, am I giving up, am I searching for the impossible, am I naive to what is really out there and what it really takes, will I lose my house, will I lose my other house (haha- well sorta), will I lose me? So many self-doubt questions. But instead I have decided to look forward and not back. To take this time to grow in so many ways. Be there to raise my girls. To look for another job, if available. To possibly create a business plan. To create the reality we want. To change the words out of my husbands mouth to "wow this right here, right now is beautiful, us working together as a family, growing each in our own." |