Showing posts with label guilt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guilt. Show all posts

September 16, 2012

My Time to Whine

For all those women who are experiencing trouble getting or staying pregnant, know that I have been there before and sympathize completely with your struggles, but don't read this post because I need a minute to whine and then hopefully get over it!  


Now that I've given fair warning...


I will never ever ever get over the fact that I can't "give birth" to a child!

I don't need anyone to convince me that, yes in fact, I have given birth to a child.  No words could persuade me to accept it.  I know I should just be grateful that I can even have my own biological children, but I'm only human.  We tend to want what we can't have.

I think about it all of the time and I don't know why it's so stuck in my head.  I even find myself getting emotional over it.  It's as if I'm not a "real" woman or something.  I feel gypped of an opportunity that should rightfully be mine.

It doesn't help when people discredit my situation as if to say "you didn't try hard enough" What person, especially another woman, would ever say such a thing?  Maybe, they didn't realize what they were actually insinuating, but seriously...people can be so insensitive.

Good thing I don't take things too personally, because otherwise I might feel a little suicidal or maybe more like homicidal.....hahahahaha!

My Dr has declared me too small to birth 8+ lb babies and I have been DOOMED to cesarians from now on.  I have talked with people that have been able to do a successful v-bac (vaginal birth after cesarian) after having 2 sections, and when I talk to Mr Medic about the possibility of finding a Dr that is willing, he just gives me the look.  In his defense, and as much and I want to defy his great wisdom, he does have a point.  My babies have been in danger due to efforts to try to deliver vaginally, so why put them through that and end up in a bad situation where they are hurt, or even me.  Why not plan a section and have a safe, healthy outcome.

Even still, I dream about delivering a baby, and long for that experience.  I want to have that beautiful babe plopped on to me and just stare down in amazement at how that was just in me and now it is out of me.  I want to be able to have that instant bonding moment, instead of having it whisked off to who knows where for several hours and me being too out of it to even care what is going on.  I want to see my husband shed a tear (ya right, I'll keep dreaming) as he helps bring that babe into the world.  I want to be able to relate to other women who have experienced vaginal births.  I want to share my birth stories and them be magical and positive.  I want to say that I did something that was thought couldn't be done because I'm not one to give up too easy!

Another thing that is really difficult to accept...I am that crazy woman who has always wanted 6-8 kids, and now to think my childbearing experiences could be significantly decreased due to repeat sections and my body simply not holding up to so many major surgeries is simply heart wrenching.

I know Heavenly Father wants us to have the desires of our hearts, but could it really not be His will?  It's a righteous desire, not too selfish.  Do I keep hoping for what I want and press my luck trying for the results that I want while risking my safety and that of my unborn children?  Or do I simply come to terms with reality, and get over it?

For now, I will just be forever grateful for the blessing of being present for the birth of a dear friends first baby.  Even though it was not my own experience it filled a part of the void I have been feeling.


And even more importantly I just try to be so so grateful each and every day that I have these two beautiful boys to squoosh and love!


February 12, 2012

Its a good good life!

Mr Medic and I found out we will be welcoming another baby BOY into our family.  I'll have to admit, when the tech said it was a boy I was shocked and started to tear up, and not in a happy-feel-good kind of way.  It wasn't as if I was hoping for a girl, even though I kinda thought it might be.  I have always said it would be fun to have two boys first, but I had an instant vision of a repeat of Mr Medic and his older brother...payback style!  They were mischievous little buggers. You know the type, the ones that sabotage innocent babysitters causing them to vow never to return again.  I pictured a bleached blond, gap toothed, sly-smiling Dennis the Menace x2.  OK maybe not that bad, but close.  All the way home I kept saying "I can't believe this is happening!"



I had Mr Medic do the usual belly pictures when we got home from our appointment.  Normally, I can expect him to grumble and fuss because I make him take about 800 pictures of the EXACT SAME THING.  Then I look at them, and ask for 800 more.  I'm a little bit of a freak like that.  I try to explain to him that the "whole world" will be looking at these and picking apart every tiny detail, and unfortunately for me I don't have photoshop to make everything look "naturally" beautiful.

Guess what happened this time?  He was so sweet, he didn't complain or grumble one bit.  He even started teasing saying "work with me...strike a pose...the camera loves you!"  I found myself relaxing, getting into my ANTM groove and even having fun.  As I looked through the 8 (instead of 800) pictures I found something unusual happen.  I turned to Mr. Medic and said "Guess what babe?  I feel pretty...I even kinda like myself!"  He stared at me like I was speaking Klingon or Elvish and asked "For real?"  I replied "YES!"  He then said "I think that is the first time in 4 years of marriage you have said that.  I have tried every day to make you feel that way, and hear you say that."

21 weeks, and feelin' pretty!

We talked about how it COULD have been the fact that I splurged a little at a good sale and bought some maternity clothes.  Initially when I bought the clothes I felt proud of myself for the good deals I got, and was excited to model them for Mr. Medic.  He was excited with me and teased that he hoped the purchases went towards our deductible. But then the guilt set in!  How could I spend money on myself?  Surely I could squeeze into my other clothes, or pull out some old ones from when I weighed a lot more.  I just tried not to think about it after that.

Mr. Medic has even tried to convince me on numerous occasions that it is worth it to him for me spend some extra money to feel pretty and presentable.  I usually try to ignore him because I know it just means more work and sacrifice on his part.  I guess it could kinda be like that phrase "If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!"  It probably makes a man feel good when he knows his woman is happy and confident.  It's probably way more attractive too.

After the "I feel pretty" moment I realized I wasn't showing how I truly felt in a new outfit because I was to busy feeling guilty for spending the money.  I learned how important it is to verbalize how those splurges really make me feel.  It shows Mr. Medic that I appreciate his hard work.

Now I don't think it was just the clothes that made the difference.  I know that the weight loss prior to getting pregnant played a huge roll too.  But, there is more than just the outward mumbo jumbo!  I have been trying to be more productive in my day.  I make an effort to get out of the house and to the gym, but don't beat myself up when I don't make it.  I turn off the cartoons and spend precious time with Twodles reading books and laughing together.  I work hard to magnify my church duties.  I turn on the tunes and even dance around the house occasionally...I forgot what music can do for me!  I focus on being grateful for what I do have, instead of what I don't...and so much more.

Its not like our circumstances have changed.  Our financial situation is the same.  We will be driving our current unreliable car to its grave before purchasing another one, like I had hoped.  I don't get to see my sweetheart any more than usual.  And I'm STILL changing poopy diapers.

I am learning just how influential my attitude is on our entire family.  When I feel good about myself and life in general, everyone around me tends to absorb that positive energy and in turn, they start to feel the same way.

The point is, nothing has changed except MY ATTITUDE!

It's a good good life, when I make it that way!



And because I believe that when others give input, a blog can be beneficial for everyone...especially me:

What do you do to get out of a funk or stay positive and upbeat even when things are tough?

January 22, 2012

A Tough Commitment to Keep

While I'm being open and honest, here is one of the many other things that has been on my mind while preparing for #2:

THE "GOLDEN" AGE OF ENTITLEMENT


My amazing mother was a single parent most of my childhood and still is. She worked her tail off for years trying to provide even the basic necessities for her three children - all to her mental and physical detriment. To this day her dedication and persistence amazes me.




As much as my mom continued to work, our needs were not met. And, like many single parents she sought government assistance. I grew up on food stamps and Medicaid and I didn't know any different. I know that my mother truly did her very most to provide, and did what was necessary to care for us.

Once I was engaged, those ever important conversations of morals, values, and ideals were laid on the table. I strongly recommend to those who are engaged, or any couple for that matter, to sit down together and talk about your opinions and beliefs about a variety of topics. You may think that you and your significant other are on the same page, but you may also be very surprised! Upon doing this myself, I was not surprised or concerned, per se, but was given a new perspective on the idea of self-reliance.

We were not faced with such pertinent self-reliant decisions until I was actually pregnant with Twodles. Now the norm for my area is this: get pregnant, drive a couple minutes to the department of health and welfare, apply for Medicaid, WIC, and usually food stamps. It's not even a question really. This way of thinking is what we have come to know as "The 'Golden' Age of Entitlement." I overheard a girl once having a phone conversation in between classes that went something like this: "I'm so excited you are pregnant...I'll take you to get signed up for Medicaid!" She didn't say anything like "Do you have health insurance?" or "Have you started a new budget to be able to pay for medical bills and a baby?"

Now here's where I share what I believe. I know it may be different from what you believe, but I remind you that these are MY THOUGHTS AND WORRIES.

Mr. Medic and I made the decision that if we wanted to have children, we were going to be responsible for the cost of bringing them into the world and providing their needs throughout their life. We also feel that it would not be honest to accept certain forms of government assistance when at least one of us is perfectly capable of working to provide for our needs.


I believe that government aid, a "saving grace," is intended for unique situations including: single parent homes like my mother's, those with immense unforeseen or catastrophic medical emergencies, and those who simply cannot make ends meet "after all [they] can do." (The Book of Mormon, 2 Nephi 25:23)  For instance, a couple CHOOSES to have children. They should plan, save, and budget to be prepared for the financial burden. They cannot, however, plan for the enormous unforeseen medical expenses that a less-than-healthy newborn may easily acquire. I also believe that it is dishonest to hide income by "gifting" family members your savings in order to qualify for government aid. For that matter, any act that is done with the intent to deceive is wrong.

As stated in The Family: A Proclamation to the World :

First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days
 Saints at time of publishing of Proclamation.
"By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children. In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation. Extended families should lend support when needed." (bold added)

First, I want to point out that it says that circumstances may necessitate a shift in responsibilities. This means that my mom, who had to work my whole life, is not condemned for doing so. Next, it states that fathers are responsible to provide the necessities of life. Finally, extended families should lend support when needed.

From this statement, along with many others* given by Prophets and church leaders, we (as a couple) believe that it is ultimately our responsibility to take care of the needs of our children. Is this an easy task? HEAVEN'S NO!

Now here is my constant worry, the battle in my own head, while we prepare for #2...

It is so hard, that some days I just wish I could do what "everyone else" is doing and march my fanny down to the welfare office and sign up for any aid available. Then my worries would be gone! I know ALL my worries would not be gone, but imagine not having to stress about paying for medical bills, food, or most of your housing. That's a lot less worrying!

Do I REALLY want to be in debt once again from having another child, when we JUST got #1 paid off? And then to have to watch my husband work so hard to repay those debts, all while feeling like a single mother most of the time?

I begin to feel guilty for questioning our original commitment to be self-reliant. I have to fight back feelings of resentment towards others around me who "take the easier road," some who have no clue what it's like to try to stick with a commitment - a commitment that you wholeheartedly believe is God's will. I feel guilty that my husband is really the one with all the weight on his shoulders, and I'm the one complaining. I want to help him. I want to relieve that burden, and the only way that seems realistic is to do something that we chose not to do so long ago. How dare I want to turn back or give up now!


Some may feel that it is utterly impossible to have children or provide for a family while being a student on a small income, but we are living proof that IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE...dang hard...BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE!

To really explain how we do it would be a novel. So in a nutshell, here's how:


Mr. Medic, bless him, I could cry just writing about his sacrifices...goes to bed so early that I put both "my boys" to bed at the same time, just so he can wake up almost every morning between 4 and 5 a.m. to study. This enables him to receive scholarships every semester he goes to school. Then while taking classes full-time, he spends most every other waking moment working any job he can. There have been semesters when he has held three jobs at one time. Sounds fun right? Most of the time not so much.  I will say that I cannot remember a single utterance about the situation being unfair coming from Mr. Medic's mouth.  I usually take care of that.

Tired Paramedic Daddy
" BYU-I Paramedic of the Year"
Hot Firefighter Husband


We also live on financial aid and the occasional student loan.  We choose a student loan over government assistance because we are held responsible to repay it.

The things that I personally do to help make ends meet:

1. Maintain a clean and organized home, as to provide a less stressful environment for my already over-stressed husband.

2. Keep a tight budget. (Man, that takes so much time and effort. Plus I'm not good at math!)

3. Couponing...it really can save you a lot of money!


When all is said and done I see this face...


and get to witness sweet moments like this...

Twodles and Daddy looking for a lost car

It makes everything so much more bearable and VERY worth all my struggles and moments of doubt!


DISCLAIMER:  I have many acquaintances and close friends who have chosen a different way, who probably don't feel the same as I do. AND THAT'S OKAY!  I just need a place to be honest. I need a place where my thoughts may be considered by others. I need a place where others can share their thoughts as well, and hopefully help me to be more sympathetic to those that have chosen to take "the easier road."

*applicable information begins around paragraph 21/22 and on.