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Friday, 26 July 2013
PND again
Parenting with a personality disorder is tough anyway. My depression on top of the usual up/down cycling is proving hard to manage. Sertraline, my current breastfeeding-friendly antidepressant is not cutting it. The dreams, flashbacks and horrible ideation episodes are really messing with me. My strategy is to keep knitting, playing sushi rush, sleeping, listening to the radio (Good Wives has been on IPlayer, and now there is Trollope's The American Senator) and I have my books to read on Kindle. I listen to The Archers, but TV is a bit too much. Don't watch that.
I have to keep away from T sometimes. It's a detachment that is so empty and ugly. The pain and guilt follows.
We've seen a good psychiatrist today, the switchover back to Venlafaxine has been organised. I have drug strategies and strategies to manage my emotions, things to do when there is a void of emotions. The psychiatric nurse, health visitor and SureStart lady should all be spending time with me each week.
The aims for me will shift all the time I expect - staying safe, getting well, enjoying life, participating in life - depending on how well I am each day, hour, minute .....
Depressing in itself, that.
Of course it's possible to see the shifting aims as positive, empowering, hopeful etc. I just can't see or feel that.
Am numb a lot, empty an awful lot, sad and guilty too - not guilty as in done something bad, just guilty of being someone with not much going for them, or sometimes someone who is a bad-stuff magnet, polluting innocent kids lives.
I have to keep away from T sometimes. It's a detachment that is so empty and ugly. The pain and guilt follows.
We've seen a good psychiatrist today, the switchover back to Venlafaxine has been organised. I have drug strategies and strategies to manage my emotions, things to do when there is a void of emotions. The psychiatric nurse, health visitor and SureStart lady should all be spending time with me each week.
The aims for me will shift all the time I expect - staying safe, getting well, enjoying life, participating in life - depending on how well I am each day, hour, minute .....
Depressing in itself, that.
Of course it's possible to see the shifting aims as positive, empowering, hopeful etc. I just can't see or feel that.
Am numb a lot, empty an awful lot, sad and guilty too - not guilty as in done something bad, just guilty of being someone with not much going for them, or sometimes someone who is a bad-stuff magnet, polluting innocent kids lives.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Sunday, 21 July 2013
We've done it. She's breastfeeding (boob-style)
I'm dozing off after all that feeding .... she did a whole feed properly. Couldn't have done it without Iain helping with the other breast.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Making baby gowns from t shirts
http://thismamamakesstuff.com/tutorial-rockin-baby-gown-t-shirt-refashion/
http://makezine.com/craft/how-to_refashion_t-shirt_to_ba/
http://patternshmattern.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/t-shirt-into-baby-gown.html
http://prudentbaby.com/2012/05/baby-kid/how-to-turn-any-t-shirt-into-a-sundress/
http://makezine.com/craft/how-to_refashion_t-shirt_to_ba/
http://patternshmattern.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/t-shirt-into-baby-gown.html
http://prudentbaby.com/2012/05/baby-kid/how-to-turn-any-t-shirt-into-a-sundress/
Breastfeeding Theia
I'm a breastfeeding mum, a person who breastfeeds. I don't wonder why anymore, I just know it is who I am. One of the things I do that make me who I am.
Breastfeeding Theia is hard, even harder than breastfeeding is anyway. Her mouth is so small, she tires so soon, she gets too hungry to not opt for the bottle. Emotionally it tears me apart, often.
I pump, I feed, I bottle feed.
I need to help my little girl.
Breastfeeding Theia is hard, even harder than breastfeeding is anyway. Her mouth is so small, she tires so soon, she gets too hungry to not opt for the bottle. Emotionally it tears me apart, often.
I pump, I feed, I bottle feed.
I need to help my little girl.
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