The Gigglebox Mom

My SO and I broke up, my one month old is beginning to teethe, DNA results came back and I'm not at all happy with them, I feel like a burden to my parents simply because they already have so much on their plate and now I'm adding me and my son on top of it, and I'm terrified I'm going to end up with pp depression...

My SO wasn't M's biological father and we knew that from the start but he was so good to us. I do love him and so its been hard. It was a mutual thing bc we both have things going on that are interfering with our relationship, but that doesn't keep it from hurting.

fussy, drooly, fever, and biting....things my one month old is dealing with on a daily basis. Poor bug is only a month old! I think an Amber anklet is in his near future.

It's official, his dad has been determined. And he's a homeless, jobless felon. We all make mistakes and Dad was mine. He isn't a bad person really, but he already has one child he never sees. I'm terrified that, though he is taking steps to better himself, he isn't going to be there for M just like he isn't there for his little girl. Only time will tell but nothing has calmed my fears yet

My mom is my rock, there's no doubt about that...but I feel like moving back home with a newborn is putting more strain on her than she is willing to admit. Not because she doesn't love him or me, but because of the financial burden. I don't have a job as I'm still on maternity leave. It wasn't in the plan for me to go back to work because my SO wanted me to stay at home and start school in January. But as we broke up that isn't happening. She's already spent SO MUCH on groceries and food for me to eat during the day. She buys diapers constantly for M. And now she has to pay all my bills. I feel like shit and there's nothing I can do.

I don't know if we are teething or not but boy he sure is fussy.

...is impossible with a new born. They don't know any better, so they sleep all day and scream all night. It's so hard to be patient yet we do our best because our child needs us.<\p>

Our first night home was terrible. Being a first time mom I had no idea what I needed to do to get him to sleep at night. He was so good all day....he slept, he fed, he smiled....little did I know the horrors that would ensue that night.

He cried almost all night long. For 2 straight hours I did everything I could to get him to sleep. Finally I got up and started walking around with him and he slept....for 30 minutes. When daddy got up for work he woke up and cried and screamed for another 20 minutes or so, during which I got so frustrated I cried. He finally went to sleep and we were able to sleep for another hour before my grandmother came to help me for the day.

Last night was MUCH different. He did sleep majority of the day but after dinner he woke up until time for mommy and daddy to go to bed. He woke up a couple of times but he never screamed. He grunted and cooed until I woke up and was able to figure out easily why he was awake. He was hungry, or his diaper needed changing, or he really needed to burp. He slept like a champ and so did I. We were both able to get adequate sleep and we both woke up smiling.

I was induced today at 41 weeks gestation to deliver my sweet son. He was born at 12:54 pm weighing 8 lbs 7 oz and measuring 20 inches long. The best thing that has ever happened to me.

BUT with good usually comes bad…right? I hadmy beautiful son today…..but it was the scariest situation I’ve ever been in. First off…I’m a wimp. The pitocin they had to use caused some TERRIBLE contractions. When I finally got to a 3 and got the epidural I was SO relieved….until they told me his heart rate was in the 80s. I started crying immediately and they took me back to the OR. I was so scared and worried for my son.

Back in OR they decide to do an emergency c section. I began panicking and begging for my Significant Other (or my SO) once he’s there I instantly feel a little stronger…I’m still crying though because his heart rate is so low.

They get everything set up and start with the surgery. I can help but cry the whole time because I don’t know what’s going on with my son. It turns out that the umbilical cord was wrapped around the top of his head like a halo. When in the birth canal the contractions clamped off the umbilical cord causing his heart rate to fall significantly.

After they figured it out and got him out of the uterus I was instantly relieved. After they finished up with both of us and we were reunited I didn’t want him out of my arms. He was born at 12:54….my nerves and the medication did not allow me to stop shaking until around 6 pm. This child was totally worth every bit of fear and pain I endured, but I hope and pray next time I have a child (years from now) that I have a better birthing experience.