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When it rains, it pours
Oct. 8th, 2004 04:38 pmMy wife's mother came back to stay with us last night, just so we'd have back-up in case I couldn't go on. Well, I handled it pretty well on my own, but I appreciated her help all the same. She was kind enough to go out and run some errands for us around lunchtime today, we decided we were short on a few items like onesies, and pick-up some lunch.
Just when I get my wife home, who's slowly but surely recovering, and my son's numbers have improved (bilirubin down to 15!), my mother-in-law's timing belt broke on the drive back from shopping. We managed to get the car towed to a services station, but it wasn't going to be done until about 7:30 or so.
Her husband came out and joined us for dinner and we had it in our "new dining room", also known as the master bedroom, so my wife can be reclining while eating. It was nice, but after they left, things went downhill.
My wife is stressed out because she can't provide for our son at the moment. I'm stressed out because I'm taking care of two unwell people at the same time, neither of whom should be moving all that much and, for a bit this evening, I just stood in the hallway between the two rooms desperately trying to figure out what the heck I was going to do.
I don't blame my wife, she's working as hard as she can to get better. I can't blame my son, he's barely a week old. I can only blame myself for getting discouraged. There will be tough times here and there, I can't get discouraged because they both need my encouragement and support. Eventually it'll settle down.
I hope.
Just when I get my wife home, who's slowly but surely recovering, and my son's numbers have improved (bilirubin down to 15!), my mother-in-law's timing belt broke on the drive back from shopping. We managed to get the car towed to a services station, but it wasn't going to be done until about 7:30 or so.
Her husband came out and joined us for dinner and we had it in our "new dining room", also known as the master bedroom, so my wife can be reclining while eating. It was nice, but after they left, things went downhill.
My wife is stressed out because she can't provide for our son at the moment. I'm stressed out because I'm taking care of two unwell people at the same time, neither of whom should be moving all that much and, for a bit this evening, I just stood in the hallway between the two rooms desperately trying to figure out what the heck I was going to do.
I don't blame my wife, she's working as hard as she can to get better. I can't blame my son, he's barely a week old. I can only blame myself for getting discouraged. There will be tough times here and there, I can't get discouraged because they both need my encouragement and support. Eventually it'll settle down.
I hope.
