rosegarden620
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I don't know how to start this. I didn't even know if I was going to start this. I have been consumed by this. I have a pit in my stomach and this looming cloud over me...us. My husband and I. Please, I don't judge us.
Please, no negative comments...I just want to get the following off my chest and heard.
Our daughter is 6 weeks old. She is so beautiful and gentle, and through her eyes you can just see and feel this sweet amazing spirit. She fits in so beautifully in our family and she's one of the three best things I have done for me ( I have two other equally amazing daughters
).
My husband has been incredible through all of this. He has been my rock and my sanity. Working full-time and overtime (while I enjoy mat leave) whilst finishing up his degree AND still coming home and taking over...my two older daughters are from a previous marriage and their "father" was just a poor excuse. Period. So the gratitude that I feel for my husband is immense and saying we are both exhausted is to say the least!
I am exclusively breastfeeding, on demand, and I am sure we all understand the toll this takes. Its so tiring, you try not to...but you always end up co-sleeping and doing other little things just to get sleep and survive.
Its not to put down men, but I think it takes a mother to really understand the gravity of it all. Of having a little one to take are of, someones fragile life to look after and cultivate.... A mothers natural worry instinct, keeps her offspring alive. Its just nature (among other things of course)...
So, it should go without saying that I REALLY haven't slept since little E was born because when we are in bed together, I truly am aware. I almost don't move ALL night, super light sleeping and I am also monitoring my husband most of the night, because when he sleeps...he SLEEPS. She usually lies on whichever side I am nursing from, doing the side by side position.
UGh...theres that pit again.
Last night, we put our girl to sleep in her crib, which is in our room. I don't co-sleep until late in the evening. I avoid it, until I am trying to "survive". Bedtime was 7pm. She awoke 2.45 hours later at 945p for a feed and after an hour of resettling, she was down in her crib again and I decided to go to sleep as well. Dh remained up watching tv on the computer, beside me.
Its 12:53am. I glance at the clock as I hear her starting to rise. I lean over to DH who has apparently gone to sleep as well. I nudge him awake and ask if he'll bring me the baby (later he would say he didn't even remember how the baby got to bed)... He grunts a sleepy approval, and hands me our little one. I settle her between us with her nursing, my arms over my head and final positioning of my blankets, all to ensure a safe, sound sleep for my newborn.
I close my eyes. Maybe for 1 minute, maybe for 5, who knows...all I know is that a noise from my baby girl prompted me to open my eyes. Her noise was a breath, a sweet exhalation. Without so much as a thought, my eyes had opened...
What my eyes saw caused me to feel sheer PANIC. My husband was half on top of Ezra. Her face was turned to me, no longer nursing and she was sleeping, peacefully, still. He literally had tried laying beside me on his back, and thats where she was. I shoved him off of her in an instant. He rolled over in shock until he nearly went off our queen sized bed. His eyes wide open, suddenly, as I shrieked, "THE BABY! YOU WERE LYING ON TOP OF THE BABY! Whats wrong with you?! You have to be more AWARE!"
His eyes were wide and alarmed. He didn't speak a word. He kept his distance for the rest of the night and I, as if I wasn't having trouble sleeping at all before, I felt ridiculously awake now. Eventually less than an hour later she awoke and remained awake until 620am. Dh left for work and the incident...was the elephant in the room.
I text him around 730am, asking him if he'd gotten to work on time. After his normal response I asked him if he remembered last night to which he responded, "Yes I do, and I'm sorry
". I must have written 4 different responses and erased all of them to only respond with an indifferent face. What could I say? That it was "okay"? [ENTER SCOFF]. 
Later in the day, he calls me. Before he had called me, this pit in my stomach of "what could have been" is still there, this cloud right above me. When he called, he asked if I could speak to him in private...
We spoke and I tread carefully...what do you say to this? We both know the severity...yet, it feels so terrible to talk about, as if it would make what had happened even MORE real. I looked at my daughter and could feel the sorrow of having almost lost her...what if I hadn't been aware? What if I hadn't woken up? Or woken up 5 minutes later? Will it happen again? ...so many thoughts running through my head, and they ended up being equal thoughts in my husband's mind.
He told me that he wanted me to know that he understood the severity of it. That he hadn't been ok. That he had felt sick to his stomach since it happened. That he was beside himself. That it will NEVER happen again. The thought, that 'this' really happens... when he came home, he told me he had cried at the idea of losing her.
We hugged it out, counted our blessings and are moving forward...only I can't shake this terrible feeling and I know he can't either. He has checked on her more times than I can count since he's been home, in 2 hours! Making sure she's on her back, breathing, blanket free. Which I am SOOO happy about, I am. But I can't help but to feel upset that THIS is what it took for him to GET IT...I "got it" from the moment my children were born...why couldn't he get it sooner before he almost crushed our little girl....omg I feel so terrible even saying that...
Ugh...theres that pit again.

Our daughter is 6 weeks old. She is so beautiful and gentle, and through her eyes you can just see and feel this sweet amazing spirit. She fits in so beautifully in our family and she's one of the three best things I have done for me ( I have two other equally amazing daughters

My husband has been incredible through all of this. He has been my rock and my sanity. Working full-time and overtime (while I enjoy mat leave) whilst finishing up his degree AND still coming home and taking over...my two older daughters are from a previous marriage and their "father" was just a poor excuse. Period. So the gratitude that I feel for my husband is immense and saying we are both exhausted is to say the least!
I am exclusively breastfeeding, on demand, and I am sure we all understand the toll this takes. Its so tiring, you try not to...but you always end up co-sleeping and doing other little things just to get sleep and survive.
Its not to put down men, but I think it takes a mother to really understand the gravity of it all. Of having a little one to take are of, someones fragile life to look after and cultivate.... A mothers natural worry instinct, keeps her offspring alive. Its just nature (among other things of course)...
So, it should go without saying that I REALLY haven't slept since little E was born because when we are in bed together, I truly am aware. I almost don't move ALL night, super light sleeping and I am also monitoring my husband most of the night, because when he sleeps...he SLEEPS. She usually lies on whichever side I am nursing from, doing the side by side position.
UGh...theres that pit again.

Last night, we put our girl to sleep in her crib, which is in our room. I don't co-sleep until late in the evening. I avoid it, until I am trying to "survive". Bedtime was 7pm. She awoke 2.45 hours later at 945p for a feed and after an hour of resettling, she was down in her crib again and I decided to go to sleep as well. Dh remained up watching tv on the computer, beside me.
Its 12:53am. I glance at the clock as I hear her starting to rise. I lean over to DH who has apparently gone to sleep as well. I nudge him awake and ask if he'll bring me the baby (later he would say he didn't even remember how the baby got to bed)... He grunts a sleepy approval, and hands me our little one. I settle her between us with her nursing, my arms over my head and final positioning of my blankets, all to ensure a safe, sound sleep for my newborn.
I close my eyes. Maybe for 1 minute, maybe for 5, who knows...all I know is that a noise from my baby girl prompted me to open my eyes. Her noise was a breath, a sweet exhalation. Without so much as a thought, my eyes had opened...
What my eyes saw caused me to feel sheer PANIC. My husband was half on top of Ezra. Her face was turned to me, no longer nursing and she was sleeping, peacefully, still. He literally had tried laying beside me on his back, and thats where she was. I shoved him off of her in an instant. He rolled over in shock until he nearly went off our queen sized bed. His eyes wide open, suddenly, as I shrieked, "THE BABY! YOU WERE LYING ON TOP OF THE BABY! Whats wrong with you?! You have to be more AWARE!"
His eyes were wide and alarmed. He didn't speak a word. He kept his distance for the rest of the night and I, as if I wasn't having trouble sleeping at all before, I felt ridiculously awake now. Eventually less than an hour later she awoke and remained awake until 620am. Dh left for work and the incident...was the elephant in the room.
I text him around 730am, asking him if he'd gotten to work on time. After his normal response I asked him if he remembered last night to which he responded, "Yes I do, and I'm sorry


Later in the day, he calls me. Before he had called me, this pit in my stomach of "what could have been" is still there, this cloud right above me. When he called, he asked if I could speak to him in private...
We spoke and I tread carefully...what do you say to this? We both know the severity...yet, it feels so terrible to talk about, as if it would make what had happened even MORE real. I looked at my daughter and could feel the sorrow of having almost lost her...what if I hadn't been aware? What if I hadn't woken up? Or woken up 5 minutes later? Will it happen again? ...so many thoughts running through my head, and they ended up being equal thoughts in my husband's mind.
He told me that he wanted me to know that he understood the severity of it. That he hadn't been ok. That he had felt sick to his stomach since it happened. That he was beside himself. That it will NEVER happen again. The thought, that 'this' really happens... when he came home, he told me he had cried at the idea of losing her.
We hugged it out, counted our blessings and are moving forward...only I can't shake this terrible feeling and I know he can't either. He has checked on her more times than I can count since he's been home, in 2 hours! Making sure she's on her back, breathing, blanket free. Which I am SOOO happy about, I am. But I can't help but to feel upset that THIS is what it took for him to GET IT...I "got it" from the moment my children were born...why couldn't he get it sooner before he almost crushed our little girl....omg I feel so terrible even saying that...
Ugh...theres that pit again.
