Behind the Scenes of a Really Lousy Day
I’m keeping things real on the blog today. This post doesn’t have any photos, because sometimes you don’t think to stop and take pictures when you’re having a really lousy day. Instead, perhaps this post will paint a picture for you; I’m sure several of you have “been there” before and are possibly even going through something similar now.
I recently participated in a twitter party where the chat revolved around deployments. After divulging that we’re currently in the midst of our sixth deployment, I got a lot of comments saying how strong I was, which is always so strange to hear. I know plenty of other women (and men) who are doing exactly what I’m doing and have so much more on their plate. It’s not that I don’t think I’m strong; it’s that…well…I just do what I have to do. Some days I’m the opposite of strong and it takes (literally) everything in me just to make it to the end of the day.
Parenting is a tough job. Some even say it’s the toughest job in the world, and after the particularly rough day I had, I’m willing to agree with that job description.
Last week I had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day that literally brought me to my knees. A month into my solo-parenting gig and I was ready to throw in the towel.
One thing after the other went wrong and everything piled up on each other. Julia is/was teething (two molars—top and bottom—and two other top teeth), so she wasn’t eating, wasn’t napping, was being clingy (and didn’t want to be touched at the same time), had random low-grade fevers, and was throwing tantrums (like flinging herself on the ground) every 2.5 seconds. Just typing that makes me feel tired all over again!
The night before resulted in restless sleep. I could hear her toss, turn, and whimper over the monitor, which meant neither of us got much rest, so we were both exhausted in the morning—not an ideal way to start the day. Despite trying all the teething tricks in the book, she refused to eat or drink anything because her gums hurt so much (not that I could blame her), so she just cried instead…or flung herself on the ground.
Tantrums are seriously ridiculous.
We got out of the house long enough for a distraction, but it didn’t do either of us any good, so we went back home. I was desperately looking forward to a break (also known as nap time), but once nap time eventually rolled around, it resulted in screaming instead of sleeping.
After an hour of me trying to drown out the sound blaring through the walls, I realized a nap was hopeless, so I got her out of her crib and we played some more. I was running on fumes at this point and it was only 11 am.
The rest of the day was similar to our morning. She was in pain, the meds weren’t helping, cold foods, ice, and pops weren’t helping. She was just miserable and there was nothing I could do to soothe her, especially since I was very quickly losing steam. I knew she was exhausted, so her next nap time was our only hope for some sanity and clarity.
Only that nap didn’t happen either. Cue more screaming.
At this point, I was at my wits end. I desperately needed a nap—my head felt like it was going to explode from listening to her cry and scream all day. We hopped in the car and I drove around.
She always falls asleep in the car, so I hoped I’d hear silence sooner rather than later. Only this time she didn’t sleep right away. I listened to a half hour more of crying (in a confined space this time) before she finally exhausted herself and fell asleep. I drove around for 20 minutes, before pulling into my driveway and decided to try to nap myself (with the car running outside and the doors locked).
She woke up five minutes later, just around the time I managed to doze off. It was at that time that I absolutely should have called for back up. But I didn’t. I thought I was super mom and could handle it. I got her out of the car seat, with tears streaming down both of our faces, and we just hugged each other. It was a rough day (with several more hours ahead of us).
We somehow continued our day and I literally started staring at the clock, waiting for (an early) bedtime. I gave her a bath, gave her more meds to hopefully soothe her aching gums, and put her down for bed. More screaming ensued, but she finally fell asleep. Bless her little heart. I hung out with Ben and Jerry for a little bit after that and had some chamomile tea to calm me down and then went to bed early that night, too.
I learned a lot that day. I learned that I’m not super mom and I absolutely need help, but more than that, I need to not be afraid to ask for it. I now know my limit and my breaking point, and I’ve already been in touch with a couple friends and a neighbor who are willing to drop anything and help me out if they’re available. My energy and attitude feed off of me and onto my daughter; I know this, and I know when I’m relaxed and in a good mood, she acts better (not always, of course, but most of the time). I truly think if I had even a 30-minute break that day, just to regroup, I would have handled things better and our day would’ve been a lot smoother.
Some days most definitely aren’t full of rainbows and unicorns. They’re chock-full of tantrums, exhausted babies, and tired moms. And you know what? It’s okay to admit that you can’t do it and you need help—solo-parenting or not, everyone needs a little help sometimes.
Ugh, I've so been there. I wish we lived closer because I'd come over in a heartbeat. Hope this week goes better!
Ironic that I'm typing this comment next to the Type A Parent Conference button. Ha. But it's hard to admit sometimes that we need help. Thanks for being so honest, hang in there.
I've been there more times than I can count, as most parents have. Hugs to you friend! Hopefully she'll get over teething pain soon and that was the worst until her daddy is home! Wish I was closer to help!
Oh, Jessica. I have BEEN THERE (but sobbing or screaming into a pillow and asking WHY why why why my child won't take a break or nap when I can barely keep my exhausted eyeballs in my head). Major kudos to you for reaching out to neighbors and starting that support network. These kinds of days are so draining and miserable… but they sure make the better days seem really, really good 😉
I can also relate to the comments from people about how strong or brave you must be. My husband has deployed 9 times and gone TDY who knows how many other times… this year is the first year he won't go anywhere in the 10 years we've been together (and it feels really weird). You're right; you just DO it because it's what you have to do, and it doesn't seem all that special. But when you get to the end of this deployment (and every time he's gone now that you have one then both kids), you'll look back and breathe and realize what a tremendous feat it was to survive. You're doing all the right things. Hang in there!
just reading this post made me tired and frustrated for you! momhood is challenging but you are doing a great job. thanks for being real. 🙂
Sorry, lady. No real words of advice, but I hope things get better all around for you.
Been there. It's tough… but we endure and pull through. I'm sorry that your day was so difficult.
Gosh yes, you need help. I know it, because I need help all the dang time. After the last time Brandon was gone I was nearly in tears when he returned. It's hard being the parent 24/7.