19th January. Violence. Confidence broken

I am exhausted, we all are really. And I don’t want to write about this, but I have to, because it happened. And it happened not twenty minutes after my I did it post. Something is going on, and I don’t like the feeling of what it might be. To say I am scared in an understatement. I am terrified. Like some half-alive roadkill on the Stuart Highway that is watching an impending road train. It’s coming.

I thought that it had already passed. Everyone said that I was going so well, that I had my confidence back after being away and the new medication, so I was confident coming home. I am taking my time getting into this post by putting all the bells and whistles on as I go. As if by taking my time, it might change how I am feeling. But it happened, and I need to accept that and move on.

Yesterday was a busy day. After playgroup I had a friend visit so that I could have some respite and eat lunch. I was feeling good and waved my friend goodbye as I went in to change Master X’s nappy for a nap. He was tired, all the signs were there, and so I placed him calmly into his cot for sleep.

But Master X did not want to sleep and so I began dragging us around my old path of

  • sleep? not sleep, play?
  • not play, sleep? etc etc etc
  • Hungry? not hungry. Sleep?
  • Not sleep. Play? Not play.
  • Nappy? Not nappy. Gums? Not gums.
  • Sleep? Cuddles? Rocking? Hungry? Play? Sleep? Play?

Yeah, so this was pretty tiresome, but I did stop to do some personal check ins to see how I was faring and all seemed well. Or maybe I just wanted it all to be well. I wanted to have our first day at home as a good day. An achievement. An ‘easy’ day.

Why didn’t Master X get that memo?

He did finally go to sleep after an hour of the cycle, and then I wrote I did it and stumbled into bed.

For ten minutes.

And then the screaming began. I tried leaving him for a bit to see if it would peter out. Nup. His shrill, panicked wails echoed through our small house, stabbing me right in my empty stomach. I slowly rolled out of bed and stumbled into his room. His eyes were closed, so he obviously wanted to sleep. Right?

I tried repositioning, cuddles in the cot, pulling the blanket up, taking the blanket off, checked if he had another dirty nappy, and then finally picked him up. Nup. Still screaming.

We sat in the rocking chair. Screaming. Checked temperature- which was fine- screaming. Tried giving him water; screaming. Tried rocking/jiggling; screaming. Okay, maybe he just wants to get up so play…? SSSSCCCRRREEEAAAMMM

My head was blank. I thought nothing. Felt nothing. My breath was shallow but I did not FEEL or SENSE any panic or anxiety. But something felt not right. It was not right to have NO feelings of all this screaming. There must be frustration.

I dialled my mum, but no answer. I called Mr. A but no answer.

‘What is wrong with you?!?!’ I implored of Master X. I plug my headphones into my phone to continue listening to Double J. Loud. But Master X was louder, screaming like everything was wrong in his world. And I was not able to help. I could not even be with his, he would turn and scream in my face. My heart was racing and my face felt hot, teeth clenched, jaw tightened.

‘Shut up, shut up, shut the f*ck up’, I shrilly scream at Master X, during which time Mr A had called back and was on the line.

‘What’s wrong?’, Mr. A said, sounding concerned.

‘I don’t know, I don’t know why he is screaming…’ I break off and then continue ‘shut up, shut up!!!!!!!!!’

Mr. A: You need to leave. Leave the house now. I want you to leave.

And so I did. But not after taking my anger at myself for not being able to be a decent mother and wife out on the wall. A large hole is there now. I can see it. Because the front door was locked so I felt trapped. Trapped with myself. And I hated myself.

I fumbled for the keys, scavenged for my medications in the cupboard and left the house. To drive. Somewhere.

I made it to the car, but was shaking so much and my head was so jumbled that that is as far as I could make it. I collapsed against the steering wheel. Thoughts of self harm flying through my head, trying desperately to gain traction. I took two Ativan. I thought ‘this is the start of the end, or it could also be just enough to bering my some peace. Some clarity. I don’t have to decide now, but the option is there. The cowards’s way. But I shouldn’t be here again. I should be able to do this. What is wrong with me? Why is this still happening? What is wrong with me? Why is this still happening?

I was slamming my head against the steering wheel, maybe to bash those thoughts out, maybe out of desperation. I do not know.

But f*ck I feel terrible. I am the worst mum and wife ever. I can’t even get through one day.

And I did everything right. I was even practising mindfulness breathing in that twenty minutes before he woke up.

Why is this still happening? What is wrong with me? Why is this still happening?

I took breaks, I checked in. I was okay. Until I was no longer okay. Breathe, breathe.

And then we had help come over to look after Master X. I heard them talk to me.

‘It’s alright. He is fine, R.’

I wish I could believe or even glimmer that everything was alright. I just want this to be over. I want to back to this morning, the hope, the fun, the love. Why is this still happening? What is wrong with me? I just want to go to hospital so that they can figure out what is going on. I need help.

So I rang the Crisis Assessment and Treatment Team (CATT). It is decided that I need urgent care. They will call back in half an hour to see if I still want to go to hospital. By the time they ring, the Ativan have worked and I am calm. Considered enough to know that I should wait to see my doctors this week.

I really thought that this was all over. That I had this. That I was a good mother.

This morning is shit. I feel hungover from the medications and damaged from the episode. Physically, emotionally drained. Can’t breathe normally.

Fake the smile. Eat the health food. Maybe something will help heal. But there is not need to keep punishing others for your weaknesses, for your inability to cope.

You are six months postpartum. You should be over this. You should be a good mum and wife. Instead you are out of control. Weak. Helpless. And once again, scared of being alone with the baby/

A Bit Of Everything

18 thoughts on “19th January. Violence. Confidence broken

  1. Thank you for sharing such an emotional post. It really touched me and I wish I could offer some words but I do not have any. Except thank you for sharing your journey, it helps people like me understand a little better. I do hope you find the support and help, one day at a time. #abitofeverything


  2. This is my first time stopping by your blog. I’m sorry to read you are going through such a tough time. I hope you get the help you need from you doctors and start to feel ok again soon. Try not to be so hard on yourself, being a mum is the most difficult job and we can all loose our temper sometimes. I hope writing this blog helps you process everything you are feeling and you find some comfort and support from mums who have been through what you are going through now and have come out the other side. This a very honest post, I hope writing it has helped you in some way xx #abitofeverything


    1. thanks Wendy, I agree that it is part of the human condition to self deprecate which is essentially when the temper was about. Frustration at myself for not being able to be who I need to be. Thanks for reading xx


  3. I won’t offer words of wisdom.

    I don’t have any. I have only the tiniest inkling of the horrors that you are going through and I hope that through your blog you find the support you need.

    I want to tell you not to bear yourself up when you lose your temper and feel like you can’t cope but it would feel hollow and insincere as I do exactly the same thing. Thank you for sharing with such honesty.

    If you haven’t seen it already there’s a twitter chat #pndhour where people can talk or ask questions.



  4. I wish that I had some words of wisdom, but all I have to offer is the promise to continue reading and hope that strength in numbers helps. Suffering with mental illness during what is supposed to be the happiest time of our lives is another one of Mother Nature’s cruel tricks.

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  5. You are not alone in this Hun. You are a good mama and one who looks after the needs of your little one almost at the expense of your own. I know I’ve been there. I’ve slammed doors, broken brooms, a mirror, sworn so much in a screaming fit I should be rated an 18 with strong language warning, I’ve also self harmed too. And the guilt when you have to replace the broken things or seeing the bruises I have myself is all part of the process of becoming a well mummy. It takes time but you will get there x


  6. I’m sorry you are going through this and I hope that by writing about it, you are able to work it out in your head. It is very brave of you to write this down and share with total strangers. After I had my oldest I suffered from post pardum Depression for two years. It varies per person and per pregnancy. I felt like you did. I still remember when my son was three months old, he had a crying fit for two hours. I had no idea what was wrong. I did everything I could think of. Finally, I too, yelled at him and felt like shit afterwards. I really beat myself up over it. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone either but luckily I had an experienced mother living next door to me and finally resorted to asking for her help because I was ready to blow. I remember how exhausted I was and how much I hated myself for it. Come to find out, he had started teething. This mother knew just what to do and I didn’t. It was like I didn’t know my own child and I felt like a horrible mother. Just know that you are not alone and it’s good that you were smart enough to call the doctor and have sought help. I didn’t even do that. I was too scared to. You are a very brave woman and this will pass. I might not happen soon but you have supports in place and that’s so good to have. I wish you the best! #abitofeverything


    1. thanks so much for reading and commenting! We are awake right now at 4am due to teething, shots… I don’t know. We used to co-sleep (or he slept and I stayed awake), but am unable to with the new medication.The writing helps a lot, it gets it out of my head and stops the cycle especially in the morning or evenings. We just need to remember to breathe!

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