I’m not sure how long this post is going to be. I feel like I start most of my posts out like this now whatever media that may be out. But it’s always because I don’t know how much I have to say until I start. I’m already super nervous starting this because I know it’s gonna be emotional.
I got done crying about an hour ago, specifically for this reason that I’m about to talk about. And the pain just gets so intense. When I’m around other people, I feel embarrassed to cry as hard as I feel like I need to do. So, I just cry silently, and I think it hurts even more because I’m not letting out all of my emotions completely.
As of yesterday, when I’m writing this, it has been six months since Oaklee passed.
I don’t know how to explain the way that I feel in words. So I’m kind of just trying my best. I can’t believe it, and some moments it feels like it just happened and another is it feels like it’s been forever. But then really sat down and thought about the fact that I didn’t how old my boy in six months. I haven’t heard his laugh or his cries in six months. I haven’t seen his joyful smile in six months and it kills me inside. It is the worst pain. I feel it deep within my heart, my stomach, my chest, and my soul.
I’m not sure if it’s the worst feeling or not when I think about how I will NEVER see him walk, talk, get his first tooth, run around with Unity, grow, eat his birthday cake, open his first present, go to school, count, color, throw a tantrum, never.
I had this thought recently cross my mind and it hit harder than normal.
I won’t ever get to be with him again, in this lifetime, ever ever again.
Truly trying to grasp the thought of “forever” has been fucking with me, a lot.
Then that gets me thinking how difficult these last 6 months must have been for Unity. 4 years old trying to just live and learn about life, while also dealing with the loss of her baby brother.
If I can’t imagine forever, or know how to deal with this loss, how the hell will she?
Am I failing at helping her?
Do I make it worse by not crying in front of her?
Do I make it worse when I do?
What can I do to help her more?
Will this fuck her up in the long run?
I just have all of these thoughts constantly going through my head, on top of so many more and it becomes so overwhelming that I just shut down.
I’ve been depressed recently, which is kind of surprising, or at least I’m assuming it’s surprising to others, because I’ve been pretty active compared to the last few months. I’ve been getting out more, being a bit more active, reading, and cleaning a lot more.
Yet, I’m struggling a few days a week to even get out of bed, or stay patient with Unity. Struggling to cook multiple meals a day, and also make time to play or make a craft. Oh and don’t forget the 7 loads of laundry that need to be done and are just lying on the laundry room floor. Or maybe the huge pile of dishes that need to be done after I finish crying silently in the bathroom at 3:00 in the morning. What about all the random shit that’s just laying on my floor, can’t tell if it’s clean, dirt, used or not, and is that a used pull-up?!
My mind is racing and all over the place 24/7. Whether I’m sleeping or not, it’s always going. I’ve even been having nightmares recently, pretty vivid ones at that. About a week about I had a nightmare with FOUR false awakenings. If you don’t know what that is, the best way I can explain it is this. Have you ever had a dream and then wake up, but then something is a little off and you realize you’re still dreaming? That is a false awakening. We’ll imagine that happening 4 times within one dream, then once you wake up you realize you’ve only been asleep for 30 minutes. GROSS!
It was very disorienting, but oh well this is just a small example of what my sleeping has been like recently. Then having to wake up and repeat the day you did before kinda just makes it worse. Then add on the normal stress of: being an adult, mom, that also stays home, and having to grieve on top of it, while also trying to help your toddler do the same, without losing your mind.
I just don’t want to do it half the time. It’s so hard to keep going when you can’t see the progress that you’re making. Some days I am aware of the progress I’m making, but then by night time I’m right back to sobbing until I can’t anymore and then distract myself for 3 hours playing Sims and watching podcasts.
Then finally realized, “Oh the sims starting to come up, it’s 5:00 in the morning and Ozzy needs to be awake in 30 minutes, I might as well just stay awake until then to make sure he gets up.”
2 of our 7 days of the week end with me going to sleep at 8 A.M. be chase I stayed up waiting for Ozzy and then not about to go to sleep, and eventually had to wake up 2-3 hours later when Unity was up. Just try to imagine how shitty I am that day to EVERYONE, including myself.
I’m not sure how this post ended up with me just giving you guys a step-by-step guide on how to be a grieving SAHM like me. But hopefully, you enjoyed the ride.
Seriously though, I do appreciate all of you who read my posts. I’d be doing this even if you didn’t, but when I get feedback, advice, or even just someone acknowledging that they read a bit, it means a lot and it brings me joy. Also, it helps me feel less stupid for spending $200 on this website a year. Thank you all for continuing to support me and allowing me to share my thoughts with you all without judgment.
I love you, my boy, I will long for you forever. I love you my Boaka Boy!
Mommy
Hey guys, it’s been such a long time since I’ve made a post and I thought it might be nice to give you all an update on everything going on and explain a bit as to why I’ve been gone for so long.
I wanna start this off by saying that this may be a difficult piece to read for some if not all of you.
On December 4th, 2022, my baby boy Oaklee passed away in his sleep. I’m not going to go too deep with specific details because it’s still hard for me to revisit.
Since then my and my family’s lives have undergone huge challenges and changes happening, what seems like daily. I cannot speak for everyone, so I won’t but like I said I wanna give you guys a little update on what life has been like.
I’ve been absent for way longer than just December. I’m not sure exactly why, but I’m assuming it was due to the amount of stress I was under at the time. This blog was a priority of mine for a while until it wasn’t.
I’ve continued my self-love and healing journey. But of course, there have been A LOT of hurdles I’ve had to overcome, and still am.
No one was expecting this traumatic event to occur, so as I said before life has been changing rapidly. We moved into a home, which is also in a new city, so we have a different space to call home and it finally feels like one, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
Ozzy has gotten 2 promotions I believe since my last post. I am so proud of him for what he has achieved, and the best part about it is he loves his job, so it makes me even happier.
Unity finally has her ABCs down, she’s about 95% of the way potty trained (for the 2nd time but I’ll get into that later) and she's growing like a damn weed, and she’s about to be four in a couple of weeks!!!
I started going to school at the beginning of January, to get my diploma after all these years. If you don’t know I dropped out at the beginning of junior year when I found out I was pregnant due to threats and negativity. I’m so proud of myself, I graduate very very soon, on May 19!!!
Now to get into the more real and raw things going on because, y’all know that’s how we do it here! My mental health has been super rocky, to say the least. In the very beginning, I was putting up this front, forcing myself to stay positive, while still allowing myself to feel any emotions that may come up, but the problem is, there were barely any. I’ve stayed on this spiritual path that I’ve been on and it’s been helping a lot.
I have so many negative thoughts surrounding this entire situation, that I can only hope will stop eventually, but I’m learning to accept the fact that maybe they never will.
I feel a lot of guilt, even though we’ve gotten the death certificate back, and autopsy reports back, it doesn’t make a difference. I still feel this horrible guilt, and I blame myself. I think about all the things I could’ve done differently, or more of, etc.
If I’m being completely honest I don’t think anyone or anything can ever take this pain away, and it’s the worst feeling in the world. Every other problem I’ve ever had may have felt like it would never be resolved, but it was, this one I don’t think it ever will.
I’m grieving, I’m mourning, I’m devastated, I’m hurt, I’m lost, I’m overwhelmed, I’m sad, I’m heartbroken, I’m depressed.
But I’m still pushing through.
It’s not easy by any means. The other night I bawled my eyes out so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath and I thought I was going to die. I woke up the next morning looking like I was allergic to my tears, my eyes were the puffiest I’d ever seen them.
Nights are the worst for me, I’ll get this urge to look at his pictures and videos and just sit here in bed and sob. I talk to him a lot too, and he’s even come and visited me in my dreams a few times. I miss my boy more than anything in this world. I’m still really trying to accept the fact that he’s gone. It’s almost been 6 months and I still cannot believe it. I don’t want to.
Unity is taking it as well as she can I guess. She’s struggling a lot too, probably as bad as I am but she just can’t express it in the ways she wants. She talks about him daily, sings songs to him, looks at the pictures we have hanging up, and just talks to him, she’s written letters and even recorded a video for him. Every new person we meet she tells them that her baby brother “Oaka” passed away. It honestly makes everyone uncomfortable because they don’t know what to say but I know it’s just her way of coping with things. As I mentioned before, this is her second time being almost completely potty trained, she started to regress a few weeks before he passed, and after he did she was fully back into pull-ups again. Seeing my baby girl in so much pain, while also having so many questions that I have no answers to is horrible. She's on her journey with grief and it’s just really hard to know exactly what to say or do, or what not to do or say, everything is super complicated with this, so I just try to be as honest and real with her, while also handling her emotions with care.
I wanna be able to take the pain away from her, but it’s impossible. I’ve been looking into a therapist for her, but no one takes children younger than 5 so it’s been a struggle, to say the least. I’m just doing the best I can.
Ozzy seems to be taking it decently, but when his walls come down or he’s having a rough day, it shows and it’s so heartbreaking. We’ve had many conversations about this, but I know he still feels this need to “stay strong” since “he’s the man” in the house. He’s slowly opening up and allowing himself to feel, which is amazing progress. I do think he is distracting himself from a lot of it though.
This journey of grieving, especially someone so close to us, is affecting us all in many different ways. So when they say everyone deals with it differently, it’s true.
Oaklee’s birthday just passed a week ago, and let me tell you it was a super hard day. A couple of my friends got together and sent us a cake for him. And I almost cried, and so did Ozzy. It was one of the sweetest gestures anyone has ever made, especially since I met them online and they live in different states.
LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
By the end of the night, I should’ve been drunk, but I wasn’t. We drank an entire bottle of crown within an hour, and I wasn’t blacked out. It was weird, but hey I did have my 21st birthday in March so I’m legal now. Anyway, it was a rough night, to say the least, and it sucked.
We had a little party for him last Saturday, had both families and friends get together to celebrate and it was nice. Since that day I’ve been kinda off my shit. Just trying to get through every day, and failing pretty much every day. School was on the back burner, cleaning as well, and my patience was out the window so Unity and Ozzy felt the wrath of all that.
My emotions are all over the place, constantly. My brain never stops, but it’s surprisingly difficult for me to open up to others about the feelings I have surrounding his passing. I feel this strong urge to stay strong, in front of others specifically. That’s why I cry almost always around 3:30 am when no one is awake. I also don’t want to be a burden to anyone, make them feel sad, or overthink their life, because of a trauma that I experienced.
I’m learning to enjoy being alone, and how to give myself the love and comfort that I need. I will say, it's super hard for me to ask for help, but I could use some. I’m super hard on myself, so yes I’m aware that this is a difficult time for me and things may be more overwhelming, but I can't seem to let myself, just breathe. It’s a shitty situation, yeah, but I’m working on it…
Fast forward to today, and it was finally a great day! I cleaned for the first time in a week, made a budget, played with Unity, finished a bunch of school, and did laundry! Oh, and I also made a bomb-ass dinner, fried venison, potatoes, and mixed vegetables! It was one of the best meals I’ve made in a long time!
It’s 3:00 am right now so I think I’m gonna wrap this up, but I guess the last of what I have to say is.
This journey/process of grieving a child is terrible, but I am learning to find the little things in my day that bring me joy and peace. And weirdly, that is also what Oaklee taught me while he was here, so I think this is just a continuation of that.
He taught me so many things in such a short amount of time, and now I think is when all of those lessons are being put to the test, which is super difficult, but needed, and if this is the reason he was put here then I am determined to learn these lessons and live by them for the rest of my life.
He exudes positivity, happiness, and peace. So that is what I am striving for, from this point forward. Not to say there won’t be bumps in the road, because there’s been MANY!
I have a lot more to say, but I’m just going to leave this here for now.
Writing is my way of coping, venting, and healing, so you’ll probably see a few more posts here. If you stick around that is.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this. I make no promises to be consistent, but when I feel like I have something important to share, I’ll be back!
Zadi
<3
I came up with this topic around 1 am today, when my daughter, Unity, was up screaming at her dad to wake up and got into a box of rice and spilled it EVERYWHERE.
This is nothing compared to the evening we had tonight. Kicking, screaming, punching, yelling, etc. all because she didn’t wanna go to the corner for doing said things. It turned into this whole situation when it didn’t need to. I forget what exactly happened that led to this debacle. But I can guarantee it went something like this, I told her “no” about something and she flipped her shit.
I can guarantee that because it happens almost every day. And if I’m being real, I don’t need anyone coming at me saying shit about the way I handle situations like this with my kid because she's my child and I’m doing what I believe is right, end of that.
Anyways, yes, things like this happen almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, depending on if she’s had a nap or if she had a good night’s sleep. This is just my life, I signed up for it and I love it, I just had no clue wtf I was getting myself into with a toddler!
Everyone always talks about “Terrible 2’s” NAH let’s talk about “Terrorist 3’s”!! This shit is insane! The amount of attitude, sass, and anger that fits in this small body is amazing! I’m not sure if she has some anger issues or what but she’s wildin’ 24/7. The shit that comes out of a girl’s mouth baffles me most of the time. And yes of course 95% of the time she’s heard it from me, so I really can’t be too upset cause it’s my fault, BUT hearing it come out of a 3-year-olds mouth is both hilarious and appalling at the same time. I’m in the process of trying to clean up my mouth, but that's beside the point. The way that she can put two and two together is great!
She so so smart, and I’m super proud of her! On the flip side, she’s a little too smart for her good at the moment. She’s ALWAYS talking back to anyone who comes in her path and dares to disagree with her. She’s starting to lie, and that pisses me off because I never believe a thing that comes out of her mouth, and if I don’t find the evidence I never really know what happens.
I feel like a crime scene investigator half the time because I have to figure out what happened (really). Who did it (the dog, Unity, or my boyfriend)? And why? Then somehow when I find poop on the floor, or the trash can dumped all over my floor and then figure out all that I need to know. I'm then supposed to stay completely calm, articulate myself well, and clean up whatever was done, with a smile on my face…I think not!
Then to top all that off when I’m trying to clean it all up, and I take whatever it is away from her, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! I'm getting hit, kicked, she’s throwing herself on the ground looking like the exorcist, throwing shit harder than I could against the wall. So I finally get fed up, and put her in the corner, after counting to three like there’s a demon inside me of course. And it just gets even worse, she threatens to piss or shit on my floor, starts scratching and/or hitting herself or the wall, or just goes limp like a rag doll so I can’t pick her up. OH unless she runs to her room, slams the door, or hides in a small space that I can’t get to her fast enough before she’s gone again.
This shit is crazy, and I deal with it daily give or take. How am I still mentally stable? I’m not. This kid gives me a run for my money. But she’s super cute, and sweet when she wants to be. So it makes the hell I go through worth it!
And that ladies is what it’s like to have a 3-year-old…well at least my 3-year-old.
For all, I know my son, Oaklee, will be completely different, and honestly, that’s probably how it will be.
Hey everyone! I’m so sorry I’ve been super inconsistent with the posts. I am still trying to get into a routine with everything. Hopefully, you guys can forgive me, and understand! I will say I am super excited for you guys to read this week’s post. And I hope to get into a decent routine soon!
Losing yourself.
I’m not gonna speak for every mother out there, because I know there are a handful of women that actually can better identify themselves after becoming a mother. But, I know for me and a few people I know, we felt very disconnected from ourselves after having children.
Once I had my daughter I felt like the only thing that other people saw was a young mom, when I was much more than just a mom. I was young, yes and I just happened to have a kid, but that wasn’t my entire identity. What everybody else started to see me as then became my reality. I can’t tell you how many times I would meet somebody new, or start a new job and somebody would ask me to tell them about myself, and the only thing that I could get out was “Oh well I’m 18 years old and I have a one-year-old daughter”. It truly did become my only personality trait.
Fast forward to now, and I just went to a job interview about a month ago and said the same thing, but instead of 18 I’m 20, and now I have 2 kids. Being a mama blinds you from seeing anything else you are/do other than being a mom.
One thing that has changed is I’ve been looking within a lot recently. I can now say that I enjoy music, including making it! I want to make a difference in this world in whatever way that I can think of. I want to follow my passions and make something of myself, especially now being a mom because I wanna show my children that they can do anything they put their minds to.
I also really enjoy cooking and trying new recipes. Writing for social media, reading (I love self-help books with a passion), learning to do new things, hiking, and going to the gym (I finally bought my membership and I get to go for the first time today!!), I also LOVE makeup, fashion, and doing my nails! Within the last few months, I’ve been tapping into my spirituality, so I’ve been learning a lot about astrology, manifestation, chakras, meditation, and everything in between. It’s become a new journey for me to go on and so far it’s been amazing, and I’ve discovered/uncovered a lot about myself.
Being a mother comes with A LOT of challenges, and I mean a lot. I know for me though, losing myself and feeling like I didn’t know who I was, or trying to hold on to the past versions of myself that I no longer aligned with, was probably one of the worst. I can say now that once I was able to start identifying myself again and prioritize myself, I’ve seen a bunch of positive changes with the way I parent, and just live life in general.
Now knowing what I enjoy, I can find ways to incorporate them with my kids. Unity loves getting her nails, hair, and makeup done, but she also enjoys going outside and going for a walk. She enjoys dancing and singing (she’s also very good!), always wants to help me in the kitchen, and loves a good book! She even loves yoga, she’s always reminding me to do it if I haven’t because she finds it so entertaining and wants to join in!
So yes (for me & a lot of parents) having children does complicate how you identify yourself. Some days are easier than others to feel like yourself. As you begin to recognize yourself again and feel at home within yourself, you’ll be able to show your children to do the same. Not saying that they have to enjoy the same things as you, but you can show them that it’s important to prioritize yourself. Even if they start to feel disconnected from themselves, you can show them how to start grounding themselves back to their core energies. Maybe I’m getting a little too tapped into my spirituality for some of you, so I’ll just leave it with that!
I want to thank you all for being so patient with me these last few months. I know I haven’t been the most consistent, I’m still trying to get on the schedule not only with posting but also with life in general! So as I always say, please bear with me, I do enjoy writing and sharing with you all! I encourage all of you to pick up a new hobby, revisit an old one, and/or just take a moment to connect with yourself and try your best to feel at home within your body, especially if you haven’t in a while, whether you include your kids or not!
Have a great day!
Zadi <3
P.S. If you do happen to be into astrology at all or happen to be on a spiritual journey, HAPPY LIONS GATE!!
This past weekend, on Sunday, was the 10th anniversary of my great-grandmother‘s death. I was not expecting it to affect me the way that it did, but like I said this weekend was pretty tough for me.
Just a quick backstory so you guys can understand and get to know me a bit.
I was raised by my great-grandparents. They took me in when I was about two years old; all I ever really knew was living with them. My mom was still in my life, and she still is to this day. But some things happened, and she was no longer able to take care of me. So for the next eight years of my life, I was raised by my great-grandma and my great-grandpa. My Mamaw became a mother to me. She was probably one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met in my life, and I don’t think that will ever change. She could do it all! She was an amazing cook, mother, wife, hairstylist, gardener, seamstress, etc. She was just an amazing woman, so when we lost her in 2012 my entire world flipped upside down.
I vividly remember walking into my Aunt Teresa‘s house with my mom. To see my aunt and my grandpa both just so sad, my aunt was crying hysterically while my grandpa just looked numb with tears in his eyes. As soon as I walked in, I said: "what is going on". My grandpa looked at me and told me to sit on his lap, but I refused and asked again "What is going on". And he simply said, "Mamaw died". As soon as I heard those words, my entire brain just shut down and I fell to the ground. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. My life has never been the same since, and it never will. A part of me died that day, as well as one of my 2nd mothers.
At her funeral and the church service that we had, I remember thinking to myself, "I need to be strong for everybody else". I was 10 years old. From that day on I didn’t want to show any sort of negative emotion at all towards her passing. I felt like I couldn’t be vulnerable, I felt like I couldn’t show the sadness and pain that I was truly feeling.
For the next five years, I turned into this complete monster. It started very slow, I just started to be a little bitchy, which would be normal for a 10 / 11-year-old, but I went to a private Catholic school so it wasn’t tolerated. Then when I hit eighth grade I decided to move schools and start going to a public school. I stopped going to church, I started dressing in what some would call "emo", and I was also super suicidal and depressed. I eventually started to try to numb my pain with over-the-counter drugs like Benadryl and cough syrup.
Things were not looking great for me… I became a very hateful and negative person. I would lash out and yell at my grandpa over the dumbest things, and I would say the most hateful and nasty things I could think of. It’s almost like I was possessed or something because that’s not who I am and it was super out of character. Even to this day, I’m super embarrassed for the way that I acted within those five years.
From ages 15 to 19 I just didn’t think about it as much. It wasn’t a huge thing on my mind all the time anymore, I just tried to push it aside and act like it was no big deal. Every once in a while something would be said, or something would happen that would remind me of her and I was just completely numb to it.
Fast forward five years later to today, and I’m doing better. I’m not numb to the situation anymore, or at least not as much as I was. I’m letting myself feel, but I’m not lashing out in anger. I’m letting myself cry, and I’m learning to cope in healthier ways. Like I said I am super embarrassed about my past, but I can’t change the past I can just do better now and I know that now.
Grief is one of those things that a lot of people don’t tend to talk about. It’s a touchy subject, and it’s hard to talk about because everybody handles grief differently. I found that out the day that my Mamaw passed away. My mom found out and just walked outside and smoked a cigarette. Where my reaction was to fall to the floor and bawl my eyes out. Everybody handles grief in different ways, and it seems as if I handled mine in multiple different ways. I started by letting all of my emotions out, then I went numb and tried to be strong for everybody else, and then I lashed out in anger towards everybody that I love, while also trying to numb the pain with substances, then I went numb again for about five years, now here I am finally beginning to process all of my emotions and healthily deal with them. Everybody has their way of dealing with things, especially grief, and it’s OK and it’s normal! There is nothing wrong with how you handle it, everyone has their path. It’s OK to swerve off of the right path for a bit, it’s quite normal, as long as you get back on the right path for you in the end. Hopefully, that made sense, if it did you can also apply that to any other walks in life, not just grieving.
I say all of this just to maybe help somebody else in this situation. I’m no expert when it comes to grief, I just know that I’ve had a hell of a time dealing with this particular situation. It truly has taken me 10 years just to get to the point where I’m doing okay. I’m not too sure why I feel the urge to post this, but I do. I just want people to know that they are not alone. I was thinking to myself, I shouldn’t post about this because it has nothing to do with motherhood. But I think that it does, I lost one of my motherly figures, and that comes with adulthood which is also motherhood. Maybe that doesn’t make too much sense, but it does in my head right now, so bear with me.
This week, I decided to get a little personal with you guys and share some of the realistic thoughts I've been having just days before getting induced. As this post is going live I will actually be in labor, so send some good vibes my way, lord knows I'll need it!
As the 18th of April gets closer and closer, the more overwhelmed I get. You would think that's normal for someone about to bring another human being into the world right? Well, it is, but when I tell you for the past 2 weeks I haven't been stressing out over my son's birth, no-no. I've been stressing out over other people's shit. Things that are out of my control, things that shouldn't have bothered me as much as they have.
I'm a huge people pleaser, and as I was growing up, I just thought that meant I was a good person and empathetic. Little did I know how damaging it was and continues to be to me. Even when I'm 9 months pregnant, physically miserable, anxious, overwhelmed by every little thing, and exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, I STILL put others and their needs, emotions, and comfortability before my own. It's pretty obvious to me that I need to start creating boundaries with almost everyone in my life, but for some reason, no one takes me seriously, or maybe they just don't care enough to respect them.
I hold myself to unrealistically high standards. Throughout this entire pregnancy, I have felt like I'm not doing enough. Maybe it's because I don't have a "real job" aka a job that financially benefits me. Or maybe it's because I was raised by my great-grandparents and their house was always so spotless you could eat off the floor at any time of any day. It could also be because of all the outside influences I've had, people commenting about what the house looks like, telling me I need to do more of this and more of that. It seemed like the bigger I got the more and more people expected out of me and I internalized that. During my second trimester, I was doing the most, cooking 3 healthy meals a day, cleaning the house daily, taking care of my daughter every day all day, learning to budget and meal plan, going to therapy, and continuously working on myself daily, trying to keep up with my self-care whether that be mentally or physically, working on being a better parent and have more patience, work on my relationship and my communication, etc. As you can tell I was getting it in, I was thriving though, I enjoyed being so productive even if I was super stressed out.
Once my third trimester hit things started to slow down. I wasn't cleaning as much as I had been, the 3 meals I had been making went to 2 meals and now I'm down to just making dinner and every once in a while going all out on a nice breakfast. But since I stopped doing the physically challenging things I started to "pick up the slack" in other ways. I have decided I'm going to be homeschooling my daughter this year, I started this blog and I'm staying consistent with that, recording videos weekly, editing Instagram posts, making pods on Peanut, and staying active there almost daily, learning music production, budgeting like crazy, etc. I'm just trying to stay as busy as I can 24/7. If I'm awake 9/10 I am doing something productive, whether it be for my daughter, my boyfriend, myself, or getting ready for my son. Even with doing all that and having my son in 3 days, taking care of and teaching my daughter, cooking, cleaning, getting my license, breastfeeding, continuing my social media, and trying to keep myself sane, I still feel like that's not enough so a few days ago I started applying for an at-home job...WHY? I'm just pushing myself so much, but no matter the cause of all this, it has to stop!
For the past few weeks, I've been telling myself everything was okay and I was just a little nervous but that's normal so there's nothing to worry about. This couldn't have been further from my reality, on the outside I was super cool and calm, but on the inside apparently, I was dying. The crazy thing about this is even I had no idea how overwhelmed I was until yesterday. I was lying down and this wave of negative thoughts filled my brain. "You're not capable of raising two kids, you already can't handle one" 'You're a horrible mom" "Your daughter hates you" "This was an impulsive decision, why would you have another baby, you're so selfish". Thoughts like that just overcame my mind and it genuinely freaked me out, I was just concerned it could be early signs of PPD and I've been so nervous to deal with that again. The good thing is I get to talk to my therapist later today so hopefully, she can put my mind at ease even just a little.
I don't necessarily believe any of those thoughts I had, but I have definitely thought them before. I am SUPER anxious about this new change, adding a baby into the mix. How is my daughter going to react once he's here? How am I going to be able to tend to both kids at once? How will I have any patience since I already struggle? What am I going to do once my boyfriend goes back to work? Does he make enough money alone to support two children and us? Am I going to have as much help and support as I'm going to need? WHO KNOWS!
As I write this I get more nervous for sure, but I wanted to come on here and be honest and vulnerable with you all. Yes, this is a beautiful thing that is about to happen, but I'm so stressed out that I haven't been able to enjoy it. Sometimes this is the reality, other days everything is okay and I just tell myself it will all work out. This pregnancy and honestly just motherhood, in general, has been a HUGE roller coaster ride with a bunch of ups and downs and even some loopy loops!
I don't wanna sit here and make it seem like this entire experience has been shitty though. Comparing myself now to where I was 9 months ago is INSANE. I am a completely different person, I have grown, matured, and learned so much! In the beginning, I was dealing with prenatal depression so I wasn't doing ANYTHING, like nothing at all for weeks. Now I'm the complete opposite and yes I just complained that I'm pushing myself too much and that is still true, but I would rather have the motivation to be doing the most than have no motivation at all and be just a shell of a person.
This pregnancy has taught me so much about myself, and what I need to work on as a mother, partner, and just as a person. I no longer hate myself, I have made myself and my needs, wants, and passions a priority! I found an amazing therapist and have been doing some real work on myself. I've been doing a lot of thinking about boundaries and standing up for myself and my children. I've been educating myself on my black history and culture, and I've been having deep open conversations with people all around the world with different experiences. I've been working on my communication skills, patience, and willingness to take accountability. Oh, and I've been learning how to cook for the past 6 months, come to find out I'm good!
So things aren't that bad, I've just been overwhelmed by some issues/situations that have occurred in the past 2 months that I didn't deal with emotionally until they overflowed. And I broke down yesterday because I was finally feeling emotions I've been pushing aside and bottling up for months now. And even though that caused some anxious thoughts as well I think it was needed, to release all the tension I've had building up.
So I guess the moral of all this is, that even when things feel like they're falling apart and you feel overwhelmed, take a step back and look at the entire picture. Look at what you've already accomplished and overcome, and then feel the emotions that come with whatever things you're dealing with, BUT make sure not to dwell on it. Then come up with solutions if you can, or learn to let go if it's something completely out of your control. Easier said than done because I'm still learning all of that as well, so let's learn together!
Thank you all for reading my diary entry this week LOL!
I hope you did enjoy it and can relate in any way. Feel free to share your comments about this down below. If you're also close to your due date and would like to share your thoughts please do, either in the comments here or you can head on over to the forums or groups!
Like I said when this post goes live, I will be in labor! So if I'm not as active on here or on YouTube don't be alarmed I will be back very soon. And in all honesty, I may not even take a break it just depends on this whole experience and how it goes! I will be active on Instagram so if you'd like to follow me there is @rawdogginmotherhood for the blog's Instagram and my personal is @smilezadi. Thank you all again for reading this week's post! Keep an eye out for this week's video as well which will be up Friday!
- My supervisor asked me to "aim to have the baby by xx date" WTF
- My Husband's supervisor has asked multiple times when he is going to take leave (two unpaid weeks). He reminds the supervisor that there is no way to know when the baby will be here and one day he will get a call and just walk out.
- My partner's co-worker said to him "Did you know babies put a lot of pressure on a relationship..." and then proceeded to hit on him.
- From a co-worker when I returned to work after 10 weeks: "You’ll end up quitting, you will miss your baby too much and stay home. Why wouldn't you? Daycare is the reason we have so many school shooters and children with mental health issues, kids don't need a nice house they need a mother at home."
- "You're not due until the end of April? You're going to be huge"
- I'm sick of the "Are you sure there's only one in there?" YES, I'M SURE. I KNOW I'M HUGE THANK YOU
- "Are you sure it's not twins?"
- "You're gonna want to exercise after this one.."
- "Oh my god! What is that?!" A stretchmark, it was just a stretchmark.
- "Oh I see you haven't had the baby yet." Yes, I am aware that I am still pregnant believe it or not I am more disappointed about it than you.
- "How much do you weigh now? 225. "Wow, that's the biggest you've ever been..."
- Not to me but someone asked my fiancé "Are you sure it's yours?" Like WTF is that supposed to mean?!
- I had someone imply when my daughter was born. They said "Are you sure she's white?" and I'm like what are you trying to say, just come out and say it if you wanna.
- "If the baby comes out darker than you I'm getting a DNA test" Ummmm WHAT?!
- "So do they have the same dad?"
- "So are you guys trying to catch up with everyone?" (Context: Our kids are going to be a little over 18 months apart and we're the only ones with only one kid at the moment)
- "What are you having?" A girl. "Oh yeah, girls make you ugly..." Like okay??? Thanks.
- 3 days PP... "when's the next one?"
On the flip side, I also recently said "When we have another baby..." and someone said "Why would you have another one? I think you should stop. You've got one of each. That's enough"
- Pregnant with our second boy. Just after we told everyone we were having a boy, "Oh...are you going to try for a girl?"
- I have two daughters and have been told that my family will be "complete" when I have a boy. Nah. Now I only want girls. Any child is a blessing.
- When my first child was 6 months old, we found out that my milk dried up without me knowing. I didn't realize she lost weight since I see her daily. She went from the 90th percentile to the 9th percentile. I was so upset and angry with myself. When we told my in-laws about it right after my appointment, my brother-in-law said "Wow, you had one job as a mom and you couldn't even do that." He didn't realize what he said was so horrible because we constantly teased each other. I sobbed in the bathroom after that.
- "Why did you choose to breastfeed? Isn't your baby gonna be super attached to you?
- "Why do you breastfeed?"
- "Breastfeeding is weird. It's an excuse for the man not to do anything."
- Breastfeeding brings on a whole other section of rude comments. A woman compared me breastfeeding in public to porn or shitting in public. "Why can't you put on a cover or feed somewhere else? You want the attention of men?" I said breastfeeding is natural and she says "So is shitting but I'm not doing that in front of people."
- The one that bothered me the most, was when my pediatrician said "Did you at least finish school?" also adding multiple questions as if I wasn't "qualified" to be a mother. Just btw I did finish school!
- "What do you do as a SAHM?"
- "When are you going back to school?
- "Why aren't you married? When are you getting married?"
- "You need to punish him or he'll be rebellious when he gets older". This was about my 5-year-old son who wouldn't stop jumping
around. Oh, to add to that they said, "He would never be accepted into my preschool". The same person who was a teacher's assistant at a private preschool and talking about my son cuz he wouldn't sit still. Granted, now she has grandsons who are the same way and my son is now 14 and is a pretty good kid I'm not just saying this as his mom, teachers have said this as well.
- "So are you just going to be a mom then" and "Are you guys getting fixed after this one" Courtesy of my father.
- "Better get your sleep in now."
- "What made you decide to have a baby?"
- I think it's crazy af to tell a woman that there is no way she'll make it to her due date. People fail to realize how powerful their words can be. Why would anyone say that?
- "Are you scared? Are you sure you're ready? You better get your sleep in now, because once the baby is here you won't be able to sleep at all." Like why should I be scared? How exactly is that supposed to help me? I'm not taking care of this baby by myself so if I need to get some sleep his dad will have him!
- "Here are the names I like. They aren't suggestions but if you named your baby this I'd approve." Approve?? Thanks. These names are at the top of my hell-no list.
- "You should get your tubes tied after this one" I'm 20 years old and have one other child...
- "So you're a SAHM, do you stay at home all day long? How do your kids get social interaction? How do you do it? I could never be a SAHM."
- "Your kiddo just needs to do more physical activity or find another hobby so they don't need such powerful meds" My child is bipolar 1.
"Oh, he needs his binkie!!" He was sitting there completely calm just playing with his toys he really doesn't lol.
For me, postpartum mental health was hard to recognize. As I sit and reflect while writing this entry, I reminisce on my first year postpartum. I had a heavy spike in my mental health the day I went into the hospital to deliver my baby. My son being my first full-term pregnancy I wanted everything to go smoothly. Big shock, it all crashed and burned. 8 hours after laboring with no medication and not dilating I opted for the epidural to give me time to rest until I had to push. 14 hours later I had a c-section and you guessed it, that wasn't part of my birthing plan. The first few hours after surgery were the most blissful hours of the new start of my life.
Being diagnosed as bipolar but not medicated I can honestly say made finding healthy ground for my mental health challenging. My son being born at 9lbs 1oz meant he needed extra observations. Which just really meant he'd be in the nursery for a couple of days. Going into being pregnant my biggest fear was not leaving the hospital with my baby. So, it was less than 4 hours after meeting the love of my life and he was being torn from my arms because his glucose levels were low. He was now being taken away from me, believing that I had done everything I could to birth a healthy baby. I know what you're thinking, "he was being taken for medical reasons." Yes, this is a valid point, however, please keep in mind that one of the maternity nurses delightfully offered to call child protection services on me if I didn't stop trying to breastfeed my baby.
Now with that being said, everything scared me. I thought the world was out to get both my son and me. Covid was still rampant and all I could think was how selfish people must've thought I was because I was refusing to visit. Aside from the regular nights of not sleeping with a newborn, I was kicked into overdrive and afraid to fall asleep. With my son being my first, the pressure was heavy not to mess up. Parts of me battled with loving my son while other parts of me battled with not being a good enough mom. My world was caving in. All the happy vibes that surround "normal" pregnancies, I didn't get that, and I felt alone. Not only did I have no one to talk to but someone who couldn't speak at all. I truly felt the most alone I ever had in my life. I would wake up with just enough energy to eat and feed my son every day.
Two weeks before my son turned 9 months old he's dad decided to leave. Being stressed about how I would keep a place to stay over our heads. I started wondering what could I do to bring myself out of this funk. The week after my son's first birthday, he spent his first night away with his dad. I made the conscious decision to get dressed, put on makeup, and do my hair. I realized I needed to feel like I loved myself again. I needed to feel like I was more than just mom, but I was still JANELL. Have I completely recovered from my mental health issues postpartum? No, but every day is a better day!
It all started back in 2019 probably about two weeks after I gave birth to my daughter. I thought that it was just the stress of being a new mom, and doing most of it alone because my boyfriend was living over 30 minutes away, and my mom was working most days. I did feel some sadness, and I was overwhelmed, yes, but it wasn’t anything too crazy. I have been dealing with depression since I was about nine years old, maybe even longer, so it wasn’t anything I wasn’t already used to. I also think for the first two weeks, I was in this blissful state of euphoria from finally meeting my daughter for the first time.
Like I said before my boyfriend was over 30 minutes away, and my mom was working a lot, so I was mainly home alone with my daughter most days, other than the weekends when her dad would come to visit. It was a lot to handle but it wasn’t too bad, or at least that’s what I was telling myself. As the days went on, the more sleep-deprived I got the more lonely I was, the more irritable I was, and the more depressed I grew. I started to express my emotions and feelings to my boyfriend, and he quickly got the room together enough so my daughter and I could move in with him and his grandparents. By the time I was 2 1/2 months postpartum, we had moved in with her dad. At first, it seemed great because I finally had more help, I didn’t have to do everything alone anymore, and it seemed to be the best option, at the time. As the days went on, the boxes never got unpacked, things never got organized like I said they were going to, and the room just continued to get dirtier and dirtier and it stayed that way for months.
My Negative "Coping Skills"
One thing that I didn’t take into account before moving in with my boyfriend, was that I would be closer to all of my "friends" yet again. Keep in mind I was only 17 when I gave birth to my daughter, so all of our friends were around 16 and 17 years old, as well. While they were all wanting to party all the time, we had to be parents, work, and take care of a newborn baby. Before moving in with him I was completely fine with being a full-time mom and growing up quickly. Almost immediately after I moved in with him, I was sucked into wanting to party, smoke, and drink. Every boundary that I had set during my pregnancy for myself and our daughter had gone right out the window. I was breastfeeding, and I did end up smoking and I got nervous that it would get into her system, so I immediately stopped breastfeeding. To this day I still regret that not only because the formula is so expensive, but also because I had such a huge supply of breastmilk and it just went to waste.
I’m not gonna sit here and blame everything on our "friends", or anything like that. I decided to do everything, maybe I was peer pressured, but at the end of the day, I was in charge of myself. And I take full responsibility for that, it just really sucks to say that that’s how I handled the situation at the time. If I’m being completely honest, I think I developed a little problem with drinking around that time as well. Thankfully our daughter wasn’t around it, we would have her go to the babysitter’s or my mom’s. But even then, looking back I was not present for months at a time. I was always in my head, I was never living in the present so I don’t have a bunch of memories from the first six months of her life, maybe even longer. Thankfully we do have a bunch of pictures and videos, but other than that I don’t have many memories. I'm not saying I was fucked up all the time and that's why I wasn't present, it was just everything that was going on at the time. I guess my biggest struggle during this period was learning to balance being a mother and being a teenager at the same time.
Having No Support
I wasn’t the best mother that I could be for my daughter, for at least the first year and a half of her life. I made mistake after mistake, and yes it’s completely normal and okay to make mistakes as a mother, but I still hold some resentment toward myself because of the things that I did or didn’t do.
As a result of being under so much stress, being overwhelmed, and honestly not getting the support and help that I needed during the first year and a half of her life. Not from my partner or any sort of therapist, I just turned into a completely different person than who I truly am or was. I was really angry and just impulsive. My boyfriend and I would argue every single day, multiple times a day, about anything and everything. From who was going to change the next diaper, to who was going to bath her, and whose turn it was to feed her. Now looking back it’s completely ridiculous, but it was just so hard to handle at the time. I started to resent him as well as the months went by and nothing was changing. Yes, I would try to communicate with him but it was not in the most productive way so nothing came of it. I'm also not going to sit here and only blame myself because it does take two to tangle, but this is about me and my part, I won't speak for him.
Like I said I wasn’t going to therapy, I wasn’t on any sort of medication for my mental health, but I think the biggest thing is I wasn’t taking care of myself in any way shape, or form. I wasn’t taking showers regularly, I wasn’t washing my face or doing my hair. I was doing absolutely nothing for myself, to bring any sort of joy into my life other than smoking or drinking, and obviously, that’s not a healthy thing to do, at least the way I was. I think that’s a huge reason why I was so depressed and down about my life for so long. Not only was I not taking care of myself, but I also wasn’t a priority at all, I didn’t feel important in any way.
Earlier I mentioned how impulsive I was, during this time I decided to move out of my boyfriend‘s grandparents' house and move in with my aunt. That lasted for about a week until I moved back because I wasn’t ready to grow up still at that point, but while I was there I realized how much I was fucking up as a parent. How messy our room was, how much I wasn’t doing with my daughter, how depressed and angry I was. And if I’m being honest, I just felt like I was unfit to be a mom. I didn’t think that I was capable of being the mom that I wanted and needed to be for her.
How PPD Affected My Relationship
The other impulsive thing that I ended up doing during the first year and a half of her life, was cheating on her dad. I could sit here and blame it all on postpartum depression, my mental health, and how bad our relationship got. But the reality of it is I was just not myself, I acted out of impulse and I instantly regretted it. I won’t go too far into this, because it’s a whole other story that I will eventually be doing a post about. But long story short I ended up moving out and having to restart everything completely over again. I guess I was considered homeless for a little bit of time, but I got that figured out for a few months. Ended up getting a job and yes, I was in a really bad state of mind, but I did get a therapist and I was on medication and I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel even though it was super far away.
Well, her father and I ended up getting back together about five months after we had broken up. And I wish I could say that everything was butterflies and rainbows, but that’s just not the truth. I had started my self-healing journey, I had a lot of work left to do, and I still do, but it was the beginning of something and that’s what I held onto. I was changing and that’s what I cared about, I still had a lot of bad days, but there were a few better days than before. So I was trying to just make it to the next good day. And those bad days could get pretty bad, I wasn’t cooking, I wasn’t cleaning, I wasn't eating. I was going to work for a while but then I would get home and wanna go straight to sleep. And then I got the bright idea to get pregnant again because I thought that would fix my relationship with her dad, after only being together again for about five or six months. Once I got pregnant again I did end up dealing with prenatal depression, which I had no idea was even a thing. But I was probably the most depressed I have ever been in my entire life and yet again that’s another story. But it was just a really hard couple of months.
My Mental Health Today
I can now say that I’m okay, even though I’m not happy 24/7, but I don’t need to be that's not what I'm striving for at the moment. I’m content with the way that I’m living right now, and yes of course I have a lot of work that I still need to do on myself. But I am in the best state of mind that I have ever been in, probably in my entire life. And I don’t wanna take that for granted. I will say that the fear of dealing with postpartum depression, or any other postpartum mental illness, really does scare me. Especially because I am only about 25 days away from my due date with my son. I’m just hoping that since I have more support now, I’m not doing this by myself, I have been doing a lot of work on myself and I also have a therapist that I like. That my mental health won’t go super downhill this time, especially since I’ve been through it before I’ll hopefully be able to catch it before it gets too bad if I do happen to deal with it again.
My Advice for Mom's Dealing with Postpartum Mental Illness
Some of the best advice that I can give to any moms who are dealing with postpartum depression, or any postpartum mental illness for that matter. Please prioritize yourself, you are so important. If you are not taken care of, then nothing else can be taken care of. Whether that be your children, your home, your relationships, anything. You have to prioritize yourself first and make sure that all of your needs are met. No matter what you have to do to do that, maybe wake up an hour earlier, or stay up an hour later, etc. It’s harder said than done, especially if you’re dealing with feeling like you’re not important enough like I was. But it’s so vital to take care of yourself, especially after giving birth to a baby because it is such a stressful and overwhelming time. It's even scary sometimes because you can potentially go insane. And that’s not to scare anybody or anything like that, it’s just the reality of some mom‘s experiences. And that’s okay, it’s okay to struggle, it’s okay to have bad days but don’t let it consume you. One thing that I can say is once I noticed how badly I was feeling, and how shitty of a mom I was, yeah it took a couple of months to truly understand and start changing my mindset and things like that, but I still changed. Things take time, nothing is going to change overnight. Celebrate the little victories, like waking up, taking a shower, and keeping your children alive another day. To some people that may seem like the bare minimum, but for you (and me most days), it may be the only way to keep moving forward. Oh, and stop comparing yourself to other moms, no one is perfect, no matter how they come across on social media or even in real life. We all have different struggles but don't belittle yourself or your problems just because someone "has it worst". Give yourself some love, and give yourself a break, it’s all okay, and it’s going to be okay, no matter how bad it is right now.
I'm not exactly sure where I should begin, so I'll start by giving a brief overview of what my life was like at the time. I was a 16-year-old girl, madly in love with her boyfriend of 8 months, who had just turned 16 years old himself. Like I said I was crazy in love with this boy, yes we had only been together 8 months at the time, but for me, it felt like a lifetime. Very naive thinking for sure, but what can I say I was young and dumb.
I got invited to go to Virginia Beach with my boyfriend, his grandparents, and our friend. Surprisingly my grandpa agreed to let me go with them, and we were all super excited to get the hell out of Ohio! Especially before school started back up in a couple of weeks. No one was comfortable flying there and it was also pretty expensive at the time, so we decided to drive the 8 hours it took to get there.
Once we got to Virginia Beach, we had a blast spending money on a bunch of shit we didn't need, swimming in the nasty ocean water that was littered with trash, and enjoying some "extracurricular activities" as well.
On the last night there, at around 4:30 in the morning, my boyfriend and I decided to go "enjoy the balcony" together on a popped air mattress, on the second floor, right near the public pool...if you're catching my drift.
The entire month before going to Virginia, my boyfriend and I had talked about trying for a baby because we loved each other so much and we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. During that month, we were actively trying to conceive, with no luck. Probably because I had no idea what I was doing when it came to tracking a menstrual cycle.
Fast forward a few weeks, and school had started back up, I was a junior and my boyfriend was a sophomore. We had been back to school for maybe a week then, and surprisingly enough, I had missed my period. I ran to his grandparents' house and took a pregnancy test, the moment school was let out that day.
I waited patiently and BOOM! There it was, two lines...
at that moment, in my boyfriend's grandparents' bathroom, at 16 years old, my life had changed forever. Yes, we asked for this, but we had no idea what being parents entailed.
The plan was for both my boyfriend and I to graduate high school and, further our education while also working so we could afford to pay for our baby. Oh, and I was also supposed to be moving in with him and his grandparents ASAP. Spoiler: That didn’t happen and it took a while and stressed me the fuck out!
Well, that plan fell through a whole 3 days after I found out I was pregnant. I ended up posting about it online and people started running with it. Some kids said I was doing crack, while others were threatening to kick me in the stomach and kick me down the stairs, while the others were just telling me to get an abortion. Little did anyone know, we had planned this the entire time, so that hurt, a lot. Especially when it came from our "friends" and family.
I ended up leaving that school, because of the threats, and the school did nothing about it. They actually kicked me out of the counselor's office, which I was in specifically because I didn't feel safe. No one cared and just shrugged it off as kids being kids. Well, I ended up walking out of the building that day, once the bell rang for 3rd period, and I never looked back. I tried out online schooling, and that just didn't work for me, so I ended up dropping out completely. Under the impression that I was going to get my GED by the time the baby was here. Didn't happen.
The pregnancy was very healthy, I didn't have any complications, thankfully. The only issue I vividly remember having was feeling so lonely. Once I moved to my mom's, 30 minutes away from all of my "friends" and my boyfriend. I would cry...like a lot, but that's pretty normal for pregnancy anyways. I did actually end up vlogging a decent amount of my pregnancy as well though and you can check that out on my YouTube.
Fast forward to May 14th, 2019, I went into the hospital around 3 pm to get induced. I ended up being in labor for 23 hours, but for 13 of those hours, I really didn't feel much at all. I was up coloring and watching YouTube like it was just another day. Once they broke my water that all changed, and I started begging for an epidural, which I had to wait an hour for because the anesthesiologists were switching shifts. I was very much upset, to say the least.
After getting the epidural, things went back to going pretty smoothly. I ended up taking a nap, and once I woke up I had people in my face telling me it was time to start pushing. I started to get nervous, I mean what a way to wake up! My mom wasn't in the room, so my boyfriend had to call her and have her run upstairs. Not to mention he had no room to be up by my face, so he saw it ALL from a not-so-flattering angle.
Our baby came out 5 lb 11 oz & 19 in. From THAT moment on my life was changed even more. As soon as she took her first breath I knew I had such an amazing, new, and bigger purpose in this world than I could've ever imagined before. Labor was overwhelming and hurt just a tad, but it was all so worth it for our little baby girl! I did end up breastfeeding for 2 months before I was super over it, but that's a whole other topic I'll get into soon enough.
As she grew older, I grew more and more depressed. For the first 2 months of her life, it was mainly just me taking care of her. Other than on weekends when my boyfriend was off work, or during the week when my mom was home. So, it was definitely hard, to say the least, but we got through it!
After living with my mom for about two months alone with the baby, we decided it was finally time for us to go move in with her dad. At first, it was smooth sailing, I had high hopes for the new change, and I was honestly just really excited to be together as a family, atlas.
That all started to change quickly, with the stress of moving, unpacking, taking care of a newborn, trying to get comfortable in a new home while also learning how to be a mom, trying to maintain a relationship, and also still having a social life. All of that started to weigh heavy on me, and I quickly got overwhelmed. Instead of making a game plan, or trying to figure out what to do to help the situation, I just dwelled in the depression and anxiety, which really fucked me over. I ended up dealing with PPD (Post-Partum Depression) for an entire year and a half after that.
For the most part, she was a very easy baby, she slept throughout the night almost immediately after coming home, she ate well, wasn't colicky, and never had any health issues, thankfully. Yet even with such a great baby, I was still so overwhelmed and never dealt with that. I became very angry, irritable, irresponsible, and just not a very good version of myself. As I look back now I can really see how shitty I really was at the time. I just wasn't honest with myself about needing help with my mental health and being a young mom. I felt as if I needed to have everything under control, while I had nothing under control. I was under the impression that I knew EVERYTHING when in reality I didn't know a damn thing about anything!
Fast forward a year, to March of 2020, the pandemic was just announced and my 18th birthday was just around the corner. I had just gotten my first job since being pregnant, and life was still very difficult for me mentally, so the pandemic definitely didn't help that out. As the months went on things just continued to go downhill, with my parenting, mental health, and my relationship with my boyfriend and honestly even my family and friends as well.
One thing led to another and my boyfriend and I did end up splitting up. Luckily enough that only lasted for about 5 months, but during those 5 months I went through HELL. I was homeless for a little bit, thankfully I always had a place to sleep, but nonetheless, it was not a great feeling or place to be, not being able to call somewhere ”home“. I did end up getting a job that I really enjoyed but it wasn't enough income to get my own place.
Once my boyfriend and I got back together, I ended up buying us a trailer with some money my grandpa had given me to get back on my feet. Without that, I'm not sure where I would be at this point in my life. It was a rocky road for about a year, learning how to be a homeowner, a better parent, partner, and person in general. We went through a couple of different roommates during the first year, which was stressful, to say the least. I went through a couple of therapists and different medications, with no luck.
Backing it up a bit, it wasn't until my daughter hit the 2-year mark, that she started being a bit more difficult. She started giving us attitude, rolling her eyes, talking back, drawing on walls, and repeating EVERYTHING she heard, all that fun toddler stuff. She also developed a bit of an obsession with Baby Shark EVERYTHING! At this point, Baby Shark has now been banned, and I refuse to put on the movie, music videos, or anything for that matter. Other than the TV show they just recently came out with, it's somewhat bearable.
Around this same time in May of 2021, I brought up the idea of trying for another baby and my boyfriend was not about it. A few weeks passed, and he came to me and said we could try to see what happens. Well, a month later we found out I was pregnant yet again! I was excited, but I can't say the same for anyone else. The news was met with some pretty judgmental looks and conversations. Understandably so, we had just gotten back together about 6 months prior and we weren't in the best place financially either, and like I said before my mental health was pretty much shot.
As time went on people came around, and now everyone is super excited to meet baby #2, which is great. We did find out we're having a boy this time around, which is very exciting! Now it's just a waiting game for him.
As for my daughter, she is about to be 3 years old! I cannot even believe that, it feels like just yesterday I was holding this teeny tiny baby, and now she is up to my hips. She is the sassiest little girl I have ever met in my life...can't imagine who she gets that from...ha! She is also super-duper smart, talks very very well, maybe even too well sometimes, and she is just a light in my life! You know until she looks at me and yells "I don't like you, I don't like mommy!" because I took trash away from her, or I turned down her cartoons… a little dramatic if you ask me. But hey, she doesn't take anyone's shit though! I have to look at the positives so I don't go insane most days.
Since December of 2021, I've been strictly a SAHM and it's honestly been great. I've been cooking most meals, and I'm actually really good at it! I've been learning to clean, and get on routines/schedules, I've also been teaching myself to budget and meal plan which has been super helpful! Most importantly, I've been truly working on myself and my mental health, so much that I've been noticing the positive effects of it! I'll go as far as to say I'm in the best place mentally I've ever been in! While I put so much time and effort into bettering myself, it also betters my parenting and my relationships as well, which is just amazing! So I'm hoping that this continues for a long while. Wish me Luck!
Thank you again!
- Zadi