Having a slightly negative moment.
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Having a slightly negative moment.
| Thu, 03-15-2012 - 11:42pm |
As most of you know, Isaac was both an IUGR baby and a month early.
I've gotta say... I hate the damned growth restriction. I hate the fact that he's going on three and a half months old and can still fit in newborn sizes, and 0-3 size often hangs on him. I hate worrying about his future growth. I hate hate hate listening to people tell me how tiny he is. I want to scream "Damn it he has nearly TRIPLED his birth weight, shut UP and stop making me feel bad!" I hate feeling like I did something to cause this even though I know I didn't. I hate that even though he is always with me now, I couldn't see him at all for nearly two days when he was in Special Care. I missed out on his first bit of life. I hate hearing "it will all even out" like it's no big deal, but then I hate when people make a big deal about him. I hate that I had to be cut open to have him and hate that I'm still having problems from the inherent roughness of any emergency abdominal surgery.
I get so very frustrated with his eating issues and sleeping issues and when he chokes on nothing. And I'm frustrated with myself for being frustrated- he can't help it.
But. I am so very proud of my giant of a husband for accepting his tiny son and calling him his "big boy". And I am so proud of Isaac for being a little fighter and for making so much headway. He has done so well and worked his little baby butt off to get where he is.
And I shouldn't let all these things bother me.
But some days... They just do.
I've gotta say... I hate the damned growth restriction. I hate the fact that he's going on three and a half months old and can still fit in newborn sizes, and 0-3 size often hangs on him. I hate worrying about his future growth. I hate hate hate listening to people tell me how tiny he is. I want to scream "Damn it he has nearly TRIPLED his birth weight, shut UP and stop making me feel bad!" I hate feeling like I did something to cause this even though I know I didn't. I hate that even though he is always with me now, I couldn't see him at all for nearly two days when he was in Special Care. I missed out on his first bit of life. I hate hearing "it will all even out" like it's no big deal, but then I hate when people make a big deal about him. I hate that I had to be cut open to have him and hate that I'm still having problems from the inherent roughness of any emergency abdominal surgery.
I get so very frustrated with his eating issues and sleeping issues and when he chokes on nothing. And I'm frustrated with myself for being frustrated- he can't help it.
But. I am so very proud of my giant of a husband for accepting his tiny son and calling him his "big boy". And I am so proud of Isaac for being a little fighter and for making so much headway. He has done so well and worked his little baby butt off to get where he is.
And I shouldn't let all these things bother me.
But some days... They just do.
Dixie
"Even miracles take a little time." ~ Fairy Godmother: Cinderella
TTC since April 2009
(((Hugs)))!
Good for you for letting it out! I'm sure everything you're feeling is completely normal. Big hugs to you - I'm sure you're doing an amazing job and it sounds like Isaac is thriving inspite of his rough start. Good job, mama!
And then sometimes I get "He wasn't THAT early, at 36 weeks"... Ummm no, he actually counts as a 30-weeker because that's when all his development stopped. Or "Oh it can't be that bad to have a premature baby". Hmmm tell ya what. You try to feed him. I will watch. And laugh at you.
I am very proud of him and actually very proud to have a preemie baby- I think too many people hide their preemies away until they are more... Acceptable to others, I guess. I really did mean it when I said I was having a negative MOMENT. I take an immense amount of pride in my little fighter.
But that does not mean that some days aren't just plain hard, especially when people make such idiot remarks and remind me of the challenges we've had and keep having.
It's hard not to be frustrated sometimes but I'm sure he'll catch up in size and grow up beautifully.
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Hugs to you.