ok, so i finally get a spare minute to add to this post.
my name is marsha, i'm a mum of twin girls who are 20 weeks old, and were born 8 wks early and spent 5 wks in special care. i found my pregnacy really hard, i had given up work before i felt pregant due to the fact i was on a visa to get married here as i am australian and i wasnt allowed to work for 6 months. a month before the wedding we found out i was pregant, and walked down the isle at 9 wks. i found every day a struggle, i constantly felt sick and not being able to work was getting me down. by the time i got my new visa i was heavly pregant and my old company would only take me on part time. so i had a think about it, i went for my 20wk scan and i found out i was having twins..................... it was a shock, so there was no way i could go back to work, it was already a struggle to walk. i hated the fact that i didnt really get out much as i couldnt stop being sick to feel like getting anywhere. when the girls were born at 32wks, after i had a scare at 27wks and again at 30wks, i felt so guilty. i felt like it was all my fault, i found it hard to bound with them. my husband wanted to keep going up to the special care unit to see them when he came to visit me in hospital, but deep down inside i didnt. i knew it was wrong to think like that, but i just couldnt help it. i kept telling myself its just my hormones, you'll get over it and it will all be ok. spending 5 wks with the girls in special care, just made me feel worse, with the nurses constantly telling me i should breast feed dont bottle. i found it hard to feel like a mum, when nurses were telling me how to care for them and whats best, and was limited to hugs. it broke my heart to have them in there, and i still blame myself every day. i cope each day because i have to, my family live in australia, so i only have the other half family. they help out a bit, but it feels like to me they try to take over.
i used to like spending time with my husbands family, but i dread every time the door bell goes or my phone rings. i am tired of people telling me it must be hard work having twins, its like a kick in the face, cos when i think i am going well its like they are insulting me, like they think i cant do it. my girls are always dressed up, dresses stockings the lot, i hardly ever dress them down. it makes me feel happy, cos i dont get alot of time to spend on me. some days it 5pm and i havent had time for a shower or felt like one. i never really get to see my friends and i feel like half the time they are advoiding me. i feel like a show and tell story everytime i go out, so it just makes me want to stay in, then i stay in and i feel locked away and it makes me feel worse. i have good days and bad days, i might go a week were i dont cry, its hard but i get on, then other days i will lay on the sofa with my girls crying my eyes out. i didnt want to tell anyone until i knew i could admit to myself their was a problem. i told my health visitor and she said go see ur gp, which i was already one step in head of her, as i had boked the appointment one morning, i didnt know what i was doing i just for some reason picked up the phone and rang the surergy and said i need to see my doctor. it was hard telling my doctor but he said he had half expected me to come in and break down. as he is a twin father and knows what its like.
i didnt want to go on tablets, my mum had pnd, when she had her last son in her 40's, so i knew what it was like seeing her go through with it. i have agreed to see someone this week to talk to them about my pnd, and go from there with a consoulling session a week. then if that doesnt work i might give the tablets a try. my hasband is great, he has helped alot, but he works long days and sometimes 7 days a week as he runs his own company. i'm in need of a big break but i hate asking people as i think they will think i cant cope, and its not that, i cope fine with the girls, its just my mind................
when i do give in for a few hours or so to let my mother in law look after them, i come back in a worse mood as she doesnt do any thing my way. i have a routine for feeding as i have to, to be able to have a normal life, and when i get back i find they are finding at weird times or she has done this cos she wants or done that cos she flet like it. and i sit there thinking am i just a shit mum or what.
this is helping me talking about it, but its also upsetting me, as this is the first time apart from the doctors and a little bit to my husband that i have really opened up about this.
sorry for a rather long post.
marsha