I belong to a couple Canadian mom groups on Facebook, more specifically they are birth clubs for both Miss O and Mr. M. I've known the ones in Miss O's birth club for the last four years or so, and the ones for Mr. M for the last year. We've gotten to know one another, and share things about ourselves and our spouses all the time.
I complain about the little things that T does, like not help with the housework or lose his marbles over money. But one thing I am incredibly, completely, surprisingly grateful for is just how supportive he has been throughout my whole PPD period.
He's the one who forced me (I say forced lightly, seeing as all he did was demand I call my doctor to get the medication rather than me faff about saying that I'm going to book those counselling sessions) to get help for this rather than try to do it unsuccessfully on my own. While Mr. M was sick, he was concerned about M but also about me. He was telling me to go sleep and relax and do things for myself so that I wouldn't get too stressed about everything. He was asking how I was doing with everything and how he could help.
I had a headache one day this week, and he told me that he and Mr. M would sleep upstairs so that I could get an uninterrupted sleep in. We traded me doing the dishes for that.
When I read about this women whose significant others brush off their PPD concerns, or send them articles about women who are "much worse off" than they are, it really hits home just how much T has helped me through this whole thing.
Having a child is stressful in itself, but having two kids is like 3 times the stress. It's not double like people try to tell you. Having a supportive and equal partner to share the load is amazing.
Someone please remind me of this the next time I go off on a tangent about things that piss me off about him.
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