It’s something I have plenty of. And something I’ve been really struggling with over the past few days. If anyone is in need of an extra dose, I’d be happy to share.
I’ve always been a guilty-feeling person. I guess it’s part of my nature. It’s also a sign of a lack of confidence, but that’s a different topic. I don’t struggle as much with guilt as I once did, but it’s still there. The guilt I deal with now seems more important than earlier in my life. I feel guilty about my lack of attention to my role as a wife. I feel guilty about my lack of attention to my role as a house wife/mom. I really kind of suck at it. It’s a lot of work maintaining this house with 2 adults, 1 toddler and 3 out-of-control dogs. We don’t live in squalor, but I’m just not real good about the day to day stuff…and I regularly feel guilty about it. I feel most guilty about my parenting. Most days I go to bed feeling as though A didn’t get my 100% all day and I feel bad about it. I hate the nights when I watch the clock and just wait for bedtime. I know it happens to everyone, and it doesn’t make me a bad mom per say, but to spend your evenings reflecting upon your day and not liking the conclusion is a tough pill to swallow.
I’m struggling most with my feelings of guilt about this new baby. My head understands that I cannot expect the same kind of attention, conversation and thoughts be given to this baby since we have another child to care for. However, it seems like Baby C is only real to me and the Hubs. And if I’m being honest, I think sometimes she’s not really real to us either. We were in College Station last week and had stopped to pick up some new Aggie Swag where A selected a small stuffed Revielle. We, of course, bought it for her and she carried it around all weekend. It wasn’t expensive at all ($10) and we had extra money set aside for exactly that. That was Wednesday. It took me until Sunday night for a light bulb to go off that it never even occurred to me to pick one up for Baby C. I’ve been feeling guilty and bummed-out ever since. I’m still beating myself up about it. It makes me sad and I can’t help but wonder if there’s some deeper meaning behind the whole scenario. In addition to the realization, it got me thinking about the behavior of our families. I was pregnant with A the exact same time of year, which means that I was shocked when A was gifted several things on Christmas of 2008; before she was even born. Now, I find myself fretting that Baby C will get nothing. Mostly because our families don’t talk about her at all. No one asks about her, no one really brings her up. It’s like she doesn’t exist. I was talking with a girlfriend the other day and she assures me it’s simply the dreaded second-child syndrome. That it was the same way with her 2nd daughter. But I don’t know, when I mentioned it to Hubs he reminded me that I/we don’t really talk about her to other people. He also reminded me that for 20 weeks, she was pretty much a secret to everyone except our closest friends and immediate family and the whole topic was somewhat taboo amongst them, too. Also, we aren’t sharing her name and we did so with A as soon as we picked it. Maybe we should change our decision and share her name…but I’m not convinced that would change anything. So now I feel like I’ve done this to myself and to her. It’s my fault no one seems to think she’s real, it’s my fault no one is particularly attached to her. It’s my fault our families don’t seem at all excited about her. I don’t know how to fix this either. Hubs suggested ordering her the stuffed Revielle online, but’s it’s just not the same. He also suggested we talk about her more…but what is there to say? We haven’t even really begun to prepare for her at all here at home and I have no idea how to go about “discussing” her. The whole thing just makes me sad. And the saddest part of all is that I’m concerned our families view Baby C as “sloppy-seconds” after losing the twins. She’s soooooo much more than that to us. She’s our little girl. She’s another person for us to cuddle, for me to nurse, for us to mold and shape and help grow. She’ll have her own personality and will cement herself into our lives in her own special way. She’s the sister to our little girl and I know she’s a missing piece to our puzzle. She was very much wanted even before she was conceived; I yearned to be pregnant with her without knowing anything about her. Now I know a lot about her. She’s a thumb-sucker (I was a thumb-sucker) and has big feet, based on my last sono. She doesn’t like loud noises or loud music in the car. She’s quiet and still when I get stressed-out or upset. She’ll start kicking around the most once I have a glass of ice water…sugar and caffeine don’t seem to do much for her. She moves the most late at night and into the early mornings and tends to be asleep when I wake up around 7. She wouldn’t exist at all if it hadn’t been for the tragedy of the twins and that right there makes her very, very special. Like I said before, I don’t know how to fix it and I’m not even sure how to deal with the whole thing. I realize I may be pleasantly surprised on Christmas, but I doubt it. It just doesn’t feel the same as it did with A, and it’s a real bummer.