Thankful on Thursday.

TOAT Banner Thankful on Thursday.

I hope y’all are having a sweet wind-down to the end of your week (almost!).   So pull up a comfy chair & a bowl of hot mac & cheese, & take a pause to be still.  That’s what Thursday night is all about now, isn’t it?

I’m starting off with THE BIG ONE.

1.  Sister is nannying for Harrison the ENTIRE SUMMER.  That means daycare in September at the very earliest.  I am elated; Harrison gets the greatest care from her & it frees up money for us to keep paying my (ridiculously) expensive psychiatry bills.

2.  Earth Day!  We celebrated by planting wisteria, gardenia, & Eastern Snowball this evening:

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& I hung out with my hosta, which are doing so well!

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3.  A steady job.  For both of us.

4.  This morning, for the quiet of being alone in the house for the first time in months, with sunlight streaming through the windows & a hot cup of coffee in my hands.  It was the perfect way to start the day.

5.  Oh, hai bikini.  I thought I’d never see you again!

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6.  Macaroni & cheese.  With bacon bits sprinkled on top.  Yummmmm…

7.  A weekend ahead of house work & spending time together as a family.  Painting the dining room, a little yard work, a few long walks, & of course, a trip to Dunkin Donuts.

8.  For an answered prayer, no matter how brief it was, for me to feel calm in the still (::fist pump to beth::).  This evening while Nate dug holes for the plants, I closed my eyes & just felt the dying rays of sunshine on my skin.  The air tasted so moist & I could almost taste the clay of North Carolina soil.  I felt still.  & amazed by the world & my God.

I need to take more moments to be still & it is my goal to be comfortable in my emotional skin again to do this on a more regular basis.  Until then…I’m off to sew curtains.

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Me, Myself, & PPD.

So.  Where am I with PPD/PPA?

I’m heavily sedated throughout the day & on an increasing amount of anti-depressants.  I’m still seeing my psychiatrist on a regular basis.  We’re looking ahead to at least another 3 months on sedatives & an indefinite time on anti-depressants & therapy.

But I am also KICKING PPD’s TAIL, y’all.  Like, I put on leather, tied it up, & I’m taking a cat o’ nines to it & making it my bitch.

Sometimes, I don’t know how far to go on these updates.  I don’t really know what is too much, too vulnerable, too intrusive into my own mind & heart.  Some things should stay between me, Nate, & my psychiatrist.  But sometimes I feel like screaming EVERYTHING out to the universe simply raise awareness.  It’s a tough line to balance when some days, I cannot even decide what I want for dinner.

It’s been two months of heavy treatments.  Two months with the goal to keep me in work, out of inpatient, & with Harrison.  & in two months, I’ve made incredible strides.  I can find joy in the moment of an activity.  I’m sleeping better.  I can laugh with my son.  I do not hate myself or my very existence when I sit behind my desk at work.  & the obsessions are slowly changing.

Obsession = those nasty, intrusive, unwanted crazy thoughts.  You know, like a car plowing into Harrison’s carseat.  Me envisioning him being dropped down stairs.  Or even things about myself – getting burned, getting cut, & loving it.  (quick note: no, I have never self-mutilated)  The obsessions ARE NOT ME.  They are PPD.  They are not normal, but they are common.

& they are becoming more controllable.  In the past, I would sit on an “obsession” for hours.  Replay it in my head.  Get warm fuzzies from it.  For hours.  Like a drug high.  & then the crash would come – the incredible, crushing, inconsolable guilt from having those thoughts.  Worrying it was me.  Worrying I would act on it.   Knowing that I didn’t deserve Harrison because I had those thoughts.  & I would crawl into bed, the shower, a corner…anywhere, to escape myself.

One thing we work on in therapy is the idea of “STOP.”  No, it’s not an acronym.  It literally means that when an obsession or thought begins, I say to myself, “STOP IT.”  Just stop.  Don’t try to reason it.  Don’t try to rationalize it.  Just simply stop & distract yourself.  STOP.  & for me, it works.  I stop thinking about the obsession.  & that stops any risk of a downward depressive spiral where I want to simply not exist.

stop Me, Myself, & PPD.

One little word has become so powerful in my life.

& so to PPD, I scream STOP.  I am going to be screaming STOP at it for a long time.  But I’m two months into it & I know I can hang in there for another two months…& another…& another.  As long as it takes to be whole again.

Parenting books.

When I was pregnant, I was a BIG fan of What to Expect When You’re Expecting.  Some folks hate it.  They think it fear-mongers or that it doesn’t have enough information.  I was also a fan of the Mayo Clinic, & y’all know how deep my love of Baby Proofing Your Marriage runs.

But parenting books?  Parenting books are on a WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL than pregnancy books.  Because really, there’s only one way to be pregnant.   Sure, there are mild differences, but at the end of the day it’s the same  - don’t get drunk, don’t do drugs, don’t roll down hills.  BAM.  Parenting?  PANDORA’S BOX.  One book written by an “expert” will tell you to Cry It Out to teach your baby to self-soothe; the next “expert” tells you that Cry It Out only results in a a woman-hating pathological serial killer.  Needless to say, every time I walk through the “how to raise your child without destroying the universe” section of Barnes & Noble, my head explodes.

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TLC Book Tours contacted me a bit ago, asking if I would be interested in perusing a new parenting book.  Sure, why not? I thought.  I’m new to this whole gig & by golly, I need all the help I can get.  So they sent Eat, Nap, Play by Robyn Spizman & Evelyn Sacks.  I was pumped by the tagline alone – “How to Get Even More Out of Your Child’s Day for Less.”  MORE OUT OF THE DAY.  That is my ultimate goal.  MORE!  For less!  The American dream!

Moms will concur – routines & creative ideas help your day & sve your sanity.  & once you’ve established a routine that works, the inclination is to stick with it until the kids are off to college.  But sometimes the rigidity of a “tight ship” doesn’t allow much time for good old-fashioned, spur-of-the-moment fun.

Wait.  No.  I like routine.  I HAVE A SIX-MONTH OLD.  Routine is my love language next to sarcasm & chocolate chip cookies.

Written by moms for moms, this timely guide centers on back-to-basics philosophies:  spend quality time with your kids & spend less money.  But this is not a guilt trip – it’s a fun-filled adventure.  Eat, Nap, Play shows you how to turn every day mayhem into precious moments to build memories, foster growth, strengthen bonds, & just have fun.

Okay.  I can get behind that.  So I started flipping through.

There are some great tips.  Like sharing a skill – aka Nate teaching Harrison how to golf & that becoming their “thing.”  Granted, that’s not part of the “less money” aspect of this book.  Or if I had a cool skill, which I do not, I could teach my children how to sew, or garden, or cook.  (note to self:  get a skill)  The book shares the idea of having a “song” with your children – this, I LOVE.  The Momma & I have a song.  We turn up “It’s In His Kiss” every moment we get, take turns with the harmony, roll down the windows, & sing at the top of our lungs.  & I love that anytime I hear that song, I think of The Momma.  & the book has EXCELLENT tips about long trips in the car – that is it’s shining moment.  About packing treats specifically for the movie, setting up a “movie time” to draw out the suspense, etc. rather than just plopping in the DVD the moment you hit the highway.

But honestly?  I think this book is wrongly titled & massively unorganized.  (I’m sorry, authors & publishers!  Don’t hate me!)  It’s not telling me how to get more out of my child’s day.  I thought this would be about scheduling & finding those little moments.  Instead, it bounces around from cheap gift ideas to cheesy crafts to recipes &…walking the mall?

Maybe someone with an older child that loves disorganized mess would dig this.  & I’m not slamming that, either.  But it’s just not for me.  & I think that is the basis of finding the right parenting book – flipping through & either finding that it resonates with your family, or it is simply not a fit.

For now, I’ll go back to just letting my head explode every time I hit Barnes & Noble & relying on my Momma Gurus to help me out, rather than a book.

Stealing is for losers. Copyright 2011 Beth Anne Ballance