I may have overreacted

Have you ever been hormonal? I don't mean the normal, monthly run-or-the-mill hormonal. I'm talking stand-back-she-is-gonna-blow hormonal.

I have.

Normally I am an easy going, go with the flow type gal. I don't really freak out much, though my kids would disagree. If anything, I cry a little more around that time of the month. But in general, I'm pretty predictable.

Unless I've just had a baby. Then all bets are off.

The sad part is that it usually spills out all over my mother-in-law. Not because I don't love my mother-in-law, because I do. Dearly. It's because my mom comes right after the baby is born when I am still on the just-had-a-baby emotional high. And then Hubs' mom comes during the emotional crash and burn.

So sorry, Mom!

The worst time, though, was with my first. You know how you are with your first. You want to do everything. You want to hold them when they cry. You want to change their cute yellow poop. You want to bath them. I was no different.

Well, the day before my mom left, I woke up in the middle of the night shivering. I couldn't get warm. It was obvious to my mom that I had a fever. At that point, nothing was obvious to me other than I was really, really tired and in pain all over and couldn't stop shaking.

Come to find out I had a UTI. Those are fun.

Well, now everyone was worrying and trying to take care of me: having me rest, taking the baby whenever he cried, etc. But I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to be the mom, not the invalid. Yes, I would have given an arm and a leg and quite possibly one of my children to be bedridden with my last. Young and naive was I.

The more his mom helped, the more resentful I became. He'd cry, she would pick him up. Grrrrr. I would nurse him, she would burp him. Grrrrr. She would rock him to sleep, I would watch. Grrrr Grrr Grrrrr! (See, irrational.)

One evening, Hubs and his mom were getting ready to go shopping (Hubs loves to shop...girl!) and I was lying down on a bed in the living room with Kobe cuddled up close to me. My mother-in-law offered to put Kobe in the crib so that I could sleep without worrying about rolling over on him.

I was so upset. Mostly inside myself. I really am a wimp when it comes to conflict. But I wrapped my arms around my baby and snapped back, "We are fine. He is fine. We are going to be fine. Just go."

The minute they walked out the door I cried. And then cried some more. Then I pouted. Aaand cried some more. I did eventually move him because I was so tired and didn't want to kill him in my sleep.

Looking back, it was such a blessing to have her there at that time. Looking back, I can't believe that she still loves me, regardless of my post partum problems.

Thank goodness there were no hot flashes.

Have you ever gone hormonal on someone?


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