Taut Rubber Band

Finding the Balance

When I first became a mom, life was simple. Okay, stop laughing. I guess I mean maternity leave was simple because I only had to focus on the baby. Once maternity leave ended, life got complicated. Between breastfeeding/pumping, going to work, grading a million essays, making baby food, dealing with midnight feedings, taking care of laundry, and trying to keep the house relatively clean, I had no time for myself. Because of this, I felt like a rubber band pulled just to the point of breaking. 

When my husband complained that I never had time for him, I just wanted to tell him to get in line. I resented him trying to pull the rubber band tighter. He’d suggest we get a babysitter, but as our son was under a year, I didn’t feel comfortable leaving him with a stranger. He’d get annoyed that I wasn’t making time for him when he gave me what he thought was a viable solution. 

I should mention my husband is an engineer and is very pragmatic in all areas. You have a problem? Here is a solution. You have things to do? Here is an efficient way of doing things, even if it isn’t the way you like them done. He rarely took into my emotions when giving these solutions.  Thus, more resentment built on both sides.

Discovery, the Game

After several months of this tension and resentment, we both knew we needed to work on us, but neither knew how or when this would happen. For my husband’s birthday, I bought him two things. These two things probably started us back on the right track. The first was a board game called Discovery. It’s a cross between Monopoly and marriage counseling. The actual game itself is meh, but it forces you to really talk with your partner. Definitely more fun than just talking about all the things wrong with your marriage. 

The other thing was a book called 101 Nights of Great Sex. It’s tearable book, where each page is a sexual scenario that you set up for your partner or he or she sets up for you. Some pages are for her eyes, some for his. The last one is for both. It helps mix things up and show your partner you are thinking about them. 

The game got us talking (We continued through Grievances and Appreciations, see Constructive Communication); the book got us trying to have sex again, though things didn’t always work due to the pain I was still experiencing (See Back in the Saddle). 

Finding Me Time

Now that we added sex back in, it still felt like the rubber band was stretched too thin. During one session of the game, I brought this up. We talked about how overwhelmed I was with all my responsibilities and commitments. I was getting home at 6pm during the week, which meant very little time for my son and even less for myself. 

There were a couple things we added to our routine so that I could regain some “Me Time” — and sanity.  

  1. When I got home, my husband would give me about half an hour to just be. This meant me laying on the couch or in bed, playing on my phone or watching TV. While I lost some time with my son, it made the time with him more quality because I wasn’t still wound up from work and the drive home. 
    • Today, I am a stay-at-home-mom, so my husband is the one that gets the break when he gets home, but then he takes our son so that I get a break. Even SAHMs need a break; it’s hard work entertaining a tiny human for 9 hours without help. I use this time to start dinner or watch some adult TV (I like Real Housewives of Atlanta. Makes me feel extra sane and normal.)
  2. My husband and I alternated sleeping in on the weekends. He would sleep in on Saturday and I would sleep in on Sundays. The other person would wake up with our son, who woke up at 6:30am. 
  3. I wait to do major cleaning and laundry until the weekend, when my husband can watch our son. It is a lot easier and relaxing when you can focus on one thing and don’t have to rush to do housework during naps or small moments of distraction. And it’s nearly impossible to get anything done when a toddler wants to be held 24/7. 

They were small changes, but they made a huge difference! I got some time to unwind and just be me, something I was sorely lacking.

Finding time for yourself is so important when you have a million responsibilities. You can’t be there for your kids and your partner if you don’t take care of yourself. You are more likely to snap at them and hurt feelings if you aren’t relaxed. For me, this meant time to watch bad reality TV and be a lump. For you, this may mean going to get a mani/pedi or work out. It’s important to talk to your partner about taking the kid while you find your balance. They won’t know you need time for yourself if you don’t tell them.

Good luck!

The Sex Talk

Talking About Sex

Let’s face it. There is nothing less sexy than talking about sex. Unfortunately, being able to talk about sex is ESSENTIAL to having a healthy sex life. After having our son, my husband and I stopped talking about sex. I was preoccupied with the baby, and my husband was put on the backburner. I just felt that I had more important and pressing things to worry about than sex. Being a dairy cow to my son didn’t make me feel sexy, and to be honest, my libido has never been that active. I did have some physical issues with sex as well (I talk about this in the previous post), but I wasn’t motivated to really fix them initally. This is one of the reasons I waited so long to get help.

Meanwhile, my husband was struggling. He wasn’t just horny. He was lonely. In his eyes, when I wasn’t interested in sex, he felt I was rejecting him, rejecting his love. It didn’t help that he hates talking about sex. He thinks sex should be spontaneous. To make matters worse, I haven’t always reacted well when he has tried to talk about it in the past. I get sensitive and feel guilty that I am not satisfying him as his wife. 

About 3 or 4 months after my son was born, I felt the strain in our marriage and I got my husband a game that focuses on communication in marriage. This was the catalyst to us finally having a long talk about how lonely he was. At first, I was resentful that I was getting stretched even thinner (I had just returned to working full time at this point).  Then, I stopped just hearing him, and I heard him. This was not just him complaining that he wasn’t getting any. This was him telling me he was hurting

But I Don’t Wanna

After I realized my husband had an emotional need for intimacy, I was faced with the simple fact that I didn’t want to. My libido was basically nonexistent. Part of that was breastfeeding, part was due to physical issues, part was preoccupation with a certain tiny human, and part was just me generally not having a very active sex drive. So I was faced with a few options: let him suffer, go through the motions when absolutely necessary, or learn to find ways to get myself into it. Because I love my husband and I love myself, I chose the last option.

Men are turned on with their eyes. This is one of the reasons porn and strip clubs are so popular. Women are turned on with their brains. Most (not all) women are not going to be turned on just by seeing something sexual. My solution: the romance novel. I’m talking super trashy, explicit, dirty filth. There is a reason 50 Shades of Gray was so popular with women. My husband loved when I read that series because he got more action in the month that I read that series than he had in months. 

If reading about explicit sex sounds uncomfortable, start slow with normal romance novels. Susan Elizabeth Phillips is a good starter romance novelist because she writes about romance but doesn’t get too detailed with the deed. Her plot lines are pretty good, as well. Trashy romance novels tend to be like porn: the sex scenes are great, but the plot is a bit trite. This is not what I read when I want to curl up with a good book. This is what I read the hour or two before I want to get it on with my husband, when my head says it’s time, but my body isn’t feeling it. 

Once you feel more comfortable with the explicit stuff, I like the sex scenes of Maya Banks’ novels. The prose itself isn’t great, and neither are the plot lines, but again, that is not why I read these types of novels.

Experimenting

Something my husband and I tried in order to keep it interesting is sharing “homework”. I shared scenes from my novels that I wanted him to enact, and he sent me porn scenes that he wanted me to try. My husband isn’t much of a reader, so I just told him what happened in the scenes. After we shared, it was up to the other person to make it work in their own time. My husband shared his scene, and I watched it. I didn’t act it out exactly, but I took pieces of it. And it worked for him. He saw that I was trying, and that was really all he wanted. He wanted to see me put in an effort to make him happy.

Likewise, my husband didn’t try to recreate the scene I shared. He took the spirit of the scene and made it his own. He took what he was comfortable with and added his own flavor. The more effort he put into it, the more appreciative I was, and the more interested in sex I became. My husband didn’t really love hearing constructive criticism when it came to sex, but me telling him what I wanted him to do and what I liked allowed me to get what I want without hurting his ego.

We only talk about sex AFTER we have had sex. We analyze what worked and what didn’t. This sounds incredibly unsexy, and it is. However, there is no better time. You aren’t trying to get in the mood and the experience is still fresh in your mind. Try not to dwell on all the things you’d like to fix. Issues with sex are a huge ego blow, especially to more macho men. Make sure you tell your partner what you liked, so that he’ll (or she’ll) do it again.

Major Takeaways

  1. Understand that your partner NEEDS sex. It isn’t selfish. It’s part of staying connected, emotionally as well as physically.
  2. Get yourself in the mood with raunchy romance novels.
  3. Give each other homework.
  4. Communicate the good and the bad AFTER doing the deed.

Good luck!

Back in the Saddle

Let’s Talk Sex

For many, talking about sex and the issues women have after having a baby is awkward and uncomfortable. For me, talking about sex comes fairly naturally. I don’t take it too seriously because let’s face it: sex is weird. This one is for those of you who think you are alone in having sexual issues after having a baby.

I find that most women fall into two categories when it comes to sex after having a baby: those that are excited and want to cut the 6-week hiatus short and those who are terrified. I fell into the latter category. I had a fairly traumatic delivery. I pushed for 4 hours and had to have an episiotomy.  My bits were all kinds of hurt. 

Ring of Fire

After the 6-weeks were over, when we finally decided to take the plunge, let me just say, OUCH. We just couldn’t. Not at all. I hurt so bad, we couldn’t even start. It was disappointing for me, but it was heartbreaking for my husband. We hadn’t been intimate since probably my 6th or 7th month of pregnancy, as he felt awkward and I was just not interested. He had waited that 6 weeks so patiently, and to be shut down before we were even able to take off was hard. 

If I’m totally honest, I really wasn’t interested at that point, so I was fine with waiting until I healed a bit more. However, it didn’t get any better. I talked to my OB, and he said physically, I was fine. The episiotomy had healed fine. Everything was back to normal. We tried around once a week, and each time, it was too painful to even begin. Initially I was able to just say, “Oh, well,” because I was breastfeeding an infant, I had started working again, and I was exhausted. Sex just wasn’t a priority for me.  I knew it bothered my husband, but secretly, I was glad to have an excuse. 

Things Get Weird

Six months postpartum, nothing had changed. While I still didn’t have the desire, I felt bad that my husband had gone MONTHS without getting some. Poor guy. He was patient. He was understanding. He was lonely. 

My doctor had mentioned pelvic floor physical therapy early after my son was born. He had a physical therapist on staff, but she only worked Mondays in the morning, and I was a teacher. What was I supposed to tell my boss? I need to take mornings off for a few months so that I can get vagina therapy? Not likely.

I looked around and found another pelvic floor physical therapist in the area. The first appointment, I had no idea what to expect. She asked me a bunch of personal questions, including where it hurt, what it felt like, and how far my husband was able to go. Thank goodness I have no problem talking about sex, huh? Then came the awkward part. 

“Okay. Undress from the waist down and lay on the table. I’ll be right back,” she said. So I did. After having a baby, this was pretty routine at this point. What came next, not so much.

She began to massage my stomach, pushing on the loose skin on my abdomen. Okay. Weird, but not so bad. Then she moved to my inner thighs. Weirder. Finally, she moved to my lady bits. She was very professional, telling me what she was doing and what to expect. She stuck in a finger and began slowly poking around inside me, asking my pain level at various spots in order to try to find where it hurt. Once she figured out my problem areas, she began to systematically move her finger, first holding it on a muscle inside me so that it was just on the edge of painful for about 30 seconds, then moving it to the next spot. Super weird. 

There was nothing sexy about it. She was very professional, and we just talked about other things while she was down there. However, there was a woman poking at my vagina. As a straight woman, it was weird. That being said, it would have been weird if I had had a male physical therapist, too. 

When she finished, we talked about my treatment. I met with her 2-3 times a week for a few weeks, then once a week for a couple months. I think the whole treatment took around 3 months. And it worked. Sex went from a no-go ring of fire to just painful to painless. 

Back in the Saddle

My physical therapist told me the reason I had hurt so bad even though I was healed was that my delivery had traumatized the muscles of my vagina. It was like my body was fighting against any further trauma. She (my vagina) was like, “No thanks. I’m good. Access denied.” The muscles were rebelling against my husband’s invasion, and that was why it hurt. The physical therapy taught my muscles that pressure wasn’t a bad thing, wasn’t a damaging thing. 

I have read so many comments on various mom’s groups on Facebook about just working through it, assurances that it will get better. Sex should not be painful. If you just grit your teeth through it, it will teach your body that sex hurts. Your mind will associate sex with pain. I already have issues finding desire, but when it hurt, that made me even less interested. Getting physical therapy helped me and my body associate sex with pleasure, making me more open to it. 

My next post will deal more with desire and communication when it comes to sex after having a baby, but before you can deal with wanting sex, you need to deal with the physical issues you may have. Talk to your doctor if it is painful, especially early on. Good luck!

Constructive Communication

Communicating problems with my husband was really difficult. And this went both ways. We both got defensive and hurt when the other explained an issue we had with the other, especially when it came to sex, but I’ll discuss that in a subsequent blog. 

One day, we were discussing this problem–not being able to talk about problems–and we came up with a solution. Let me back up. I am a former teacher. I taught 7th grade students in the midst of their hormonal angst. They, like my husband and I, were learning to communicate their feelings in a way that didn’t hurt feelings and didn’t end in a fight. When I was in college, a professor had us share the best and worst things that happened to us that week. I brought that to my middle school students, and it helped them communicate and bond with their classmates. This is what I wanted to bring to my relationship with my husband: communication and connection. To help us communicate our problems, we needed to balance the bad with the good. No one wants to hear only negative feedback (another take away from teaching). Like the best and worst exercise from my classroom, I suggested we balance the bad with the good. Thus Grievances and Appreciations was born.

Grievances and Appreciates (G&As) are a weekly ritual where we each tell the other person one thing the other person did that bothered us or something they frequently do that bothers us and one thing they did that we appreciate. These things range from minor annoyances to major issues and small acts of kindness to heart-stopping gestures of love. The point is constructive communication. By discussing these things, this opens the door of not only communication but understanding. The point is not to fix the other person (though this does often fix problems) but to help the other person know what you are struggling with. This also helps your spouse know that you see him or her. He or she is not invisible and neither are you.

Grievances

Each week, we come up with one grievance we had with the other. Only one. This allows us to focus on fixing one thing for the other person. If you list out all the things that bother you, the other person has too much to change and their feelings will likely get hurt. 

Our grievances started out lightly with things the other person had been doing that were just annoying. “When you get up before me, you wake me up when you put shoes on while sitting on the bed, shaking it,” “You leave coffee cups around the house,” “You don’t rinse dishes when you put them in the sink.” Often, these were things I didn’t realize and became easy fixes. Usually, though, I nodded because I knew that I did whatever it was. It just took my husband pointing out that it bothered him for me to fix it. The coffee cups were me. I left them out all over the house. And I knew it. When he told me, I said, “Yeah. My bad. I’ll fix it.” And I did…for a while. I still forget periodically, but I do try to make the effort to put them away. And the effort does count. Are you going to fix those quirks immediately? Probably not. However, if your partner knows that you are trying, it will count for a lot.

Periodically the grievances were really heavy, deep-rooted issues. “You are too passive aggressive when you ask me to do something,” “You get upset by the phrasing of questions,” “You have a hard time taking advice.” These are the things that would usually start a huge fight, things that are major issues in the relationship.

The most important part of grievances–and the hardest–is you can’t be defensive. You may not explain or justify. You can only listen. You can ask for clarification. That’s it. This is hard. If the other person says something you think is unfair, you need to think about their perception of what is going on. It is obviously different than yours. You need to think about why. 

An important part of a healthy relationship is being reflective. If you are constantly trying to be right, you lose. Take the ego out of grievances and just hear your partner. Really hear him or her. This should not start an argument. If you disagree or are hurt, just say, “Okay,” or “Noted.” Then after you finish G&A, think about why your partner thinks this. How can you adjust their perception through your actions? Trying to justify verbally will likely only start a fight. 

A difficult grievance for me was when my husband told me, “When you tell me you don’t like something I wear, I never wear it again. When I tell you I don’t like it, you say, ‘Well, it’s comfortable.’” At first, I wanted to argue with him that my comfort should be more important than if he likes it or not. I wanted to tell him that I care about what he thinks, but I’m not going to get rid of the ugly bra he hates because it was comfortable. 

I didn’t.  We had a conversation about how I could keep my comfortable clothing but still wear things he likes. He started buying me clothes he wants me to wear, especially on date nights. I am slowly phasing out the clothing he hates and buying clothing that is still comfortable but he thinks I look good in. This exercise is about moving forward and fixing the problems together. 

Appreciations

After giving one grievance, we give one appreciation, something the other person did that week that we noticed and were thankful for. We began with the bad and then softened the blow with the good. This started with small acts of kindness, “You get me water without me asking for it,” “You greet me when I come home,” “You give me a break when you get home.”  It doesn’t have to be anything groundbreaking. Sometimes we just need to hear that we did something right; we need to hear that what we do matters.

Again, periodically, the appreciations are deep, meaningful things that keep the relationship strong, “You sense when I need a break from the baby and jump in,” “You try really hard with my parents,” “You took care of me when I was anxious.” For us, these were major things, emotional things. Hearing that my husband appreciated me comforting him when he was anxious was important. It makes me more aware of when he is struggling, and I want to help him through it. 

Doing the Work

Any dog trainer will tell you that positive reinforcement is the strongest training tool. I’m not saying that you are training your partner to be obedient like a dog, but you are training him or her to be a good partner. And they are training you. No shame in admitting that you are a work in progress. We all are. That is being human. If no one told you that a relationship takes work to work, you were done a disservice. For us, G&As are bulk of the work. The whole thing takes maybe 10 minutes unless you get into a long conversation (not argument!) about the grievances. We do ours on Sundays. My husband has an alarm on his phone to remind us to do it. We do it every Sunday, even if we are happy with each other and are having a hard time thinking of things. That is a good thing. If you really can’t think of anything you have an issue with, revisit old grievances. Is anything still bothering you? 

Sometimes we both have a hard time thinking of grievances. On these days, we’ll revisit old G&As and reflect on how we are doing. It is both a self-reflection and a reflection by your partner. I still stink at putting away my coffee mugs, but revisiting the G&As reminded me that I need to do that. We do not go through the whole list. Just a few. Sometimes it’s, “You don’t do that anymore. Thank you.” Others it’s, “You still do this.” A reminder to be better isn’t hateful, and it shouldn’t be discouraging. Also, it’s helpful to know when you have succeeded in making your partner happier, and that’s the goal, isn’t it? If your partner is happy, he or she will want you to be happy and will work to make that happen.

Another thing to note: try to avoid giving grievances the rest of the week unless something major comes up. If it is still bothering you, it was important enough to talk about. If you forgot about it, then it probably wasn’t that bad. 

Sex

I didn’t include examples of G&As about sex. We do them, but rarely and usually in the appreciation category. I will go into sex after babies in the next post. I would avoid doing sex in G&As until you have touched on several non-sex-related deep issues and have managed to avoid arguments. Learning to listen and not retort is important when hearing issues about a touchy subject like sex. 

Summary

That’s it. One grievance and one appreciation per person each week. 10 minutes. Keep track somewhere, whether it is on a document or spreadsheet. (This allows you to go back later and reflect.) No getting defensive. Avoid talking about sex in the G&As until you get the hang of it, and even then try to appreciate more than grieve. 

Good luck!

Nobody Told Us

When you are pregnant, everyone tells you how hard it will be. “You won’t get any sleep!” “They will cry all the time!” “Your life will never be the same!” I have so many problems with people who do that to pregnant women. When women are at their most vulnerable, they don’t want or need to hear how hard it will be. They know. 

They need to hear how much they will love that little baby. How they will forget how bad the labor was when their baby smiles at them for the first time. How precious those moments in the wee hours of the morning are–just a mother and her baby. They need to hear that it will be worth it and to focus not on how hard it is but how much they will love their little one. 

What no one tells them, or maybe what no one told me, was how the marriage changes after the birth of a baby. No one told me that I would resent my husband for sleeping like a baby (my perception) while I woke up three or four times in the middle of the night or that I would hate him a little when he told people how he didn’t get enough sleep when I didn’t see his sleep habits change at all. No one told him that all of my attention would be on the baby, that he would feel isolated from me, that he would not have sex for months (more on this in the future).

Nobody told us. 

The evening my son was born, our marriage was the strongest it had ever been. I was in labor for 15 hours, pushing the last 4. By the end, my husband, Chris, was alternating offering me water, oxygen, and a barf bag. He was attentive, encouraging, supportive. I loved him more that day than the day we married. 

I think me giving birth was harder on him than it was on me. He felt helpless. He saw the episiotomy.  He saw the blood. Despite my warnings in the weeks prior, he looked. When he held our son for the first time, he cried. Not so much because he was overwhelmed with being a father. He cried because he was relieved I was okay. He has mentioned more than once that if it weren’t for modern medicine, I would not have lived. And maybe because he was overwhelmed being a father as well.

The Breakdown

I think this day was a good indication of the next few months. I was focused on the baby. He was focused on me. This is where our breakdown began.

We ended up staying in the hospital for 6 days due to my son’s jaundice. Because of his giant head (97th percentile), the doctor had to use a vacuum. My son was born with a full head of hair, which meant the vacuum kept slipping off. This formed a bruise on the back of his head. As the bruise healed, his liver was not developed enough to process the excess bilirubin in his blood. He had to be put on the bililights, my little glowworm. 

My husband slept on the couch for a week while I slept in a hospital bed. My husband could not stand the baby crying, and I became frustrated that he couldn’t handle it. One of the first nights, our son wouldn’t stop crying. My husband picked him up and tried to console him, to no avail. There was a moment where I saw his spirit break. He put the baby down, not quite as gently as I would, but not rough enough to hurt him, and then he left the room. 

He felt helpless. He felt like a bad father because he couldn’t calm the baby down. I felt resentful and disappointed. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just suck it up. Babies cry. If they are fed and changed, you just have to hold them and comfort them until they fall asleep. Chris wasn’t there yet. 

As the weeks progressed, our marriage became more and more strained. I was so focused on the baby that when he complained, I didn’t really care. When he said he felt alone, I thought, Get over it. I had a baby to take care of. I didn’t want two.

Our Resolution

It took months before we really talked. I’m not sure what triggered it, but we both realized we weren’t happy. I think it is important to note that both of us have parents that are still married. The word ‘divorce’ was never brought up. That was simply not an option. Instead, one day we sat down and we talked. Really talked. He let me know he felt isolated and alone. He felt like I didn’t have room in my life for him since I had the baby. He told me he felt like he had given me the baby I had wanted and now I was done with him. I think this was what helped me understand that he wasn’t just complaining. He was really hurting. I told him I resented him every time I woke up and he was snoozing away. 

The conversation wasn’t an easy one. I had to tell him that sex was the furthest thing from my mind because I was MOMMY. Mommy isn’t sexy. Mommy is a walking dairy farm. No one feels sexy when they are drained from lack of sleep, working full-time, and over-touched. I didn’t get time for myself. I was Mommy and Wife, but never Lindsay.

When I got home from work, Chris gave me an hour to just be. On the weekends, when I was clearly overwhelmed, Chris sent me to Starbucks with a book. 

As a wife and mother, you can’t take care of your family until you take care of yourself. You need to communicate this need to your partner. Chris didn’t know I was stretched so thin I was about to break, not until I told him. Only after this first step did the rest start to get better. 

If you take anything from my blog, I hope you take this: No one knows you need help until you ask for it. You can’t resent your partner for sleeping in if you never tell them that you are exhausted. Yes, they should probably figure that out, but let’s be honest: they don’t. Whether that is willful ignorance or stupidity, that depends on the guy, but you can’t expect them to read your mind.

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