Well I've gone ahead and starting making changes. Why wait for January, right? I'll have a head start on all the resolutioners.
Sleep consultant is paid for and booked. Got an email from her and filled out my client history sheet. I now wait for my phone appointment for our in depth interview and then my much awaited sleep plan sometime thereafter.
I did not consult with my husband prior to booking her. I know he doesn't see the problem as being as dire as I do - he thinks "we" are making progress so "we" should keep on with what "we" are doing. When I told him I had spent the money and booked her I was met with the expected passive aggressive response. Whatever.
Then... after reading all your comments on my last post, I started putting some serious thought into the possibility that I might be suffering from some mental health problems - namely PPD. Jeez, you guys, I really did not want to go there. I've been ignoring those suggestions for a while now. I just kept thinking that once things got better, I would feel better. But I see that things aren't going to be "better" for a while yet. And besides, I've had some pretty wicked anxiety attacks lately, along with stupid thoughts, self doubt, guilt, fear, blah blah blah. All the hallmarks of depression. I had sworn years ago that I would never go back on antidepressants (having spent most of my 20's on them), but your comments got me thinking about it and that maybe it might not be such a bad idea to get me though the short term.
So I made an appointment and went to see my doc today.
He doesn't feel that I have PPD, but that I do have "regular" depression. Meh, half a dozen of one, six of the other. Not sure what the big diff is but whatever the case, he's prescribed me some antidepressants and I got a side order of Ativan for those tough nights when I'm laying in bed with a racing heart and racing thoughts. He offered me 0.5mg tablets but I told him he better make them 1mg. I'm no rookie to this.
We had a talk about Lincoln's sleeping. He suggested I hire the particular sleep consultant that I have already hired - which made me feel good about my decision to do that. He said he hired her for both his children. He asked what exactly is happening and I told him Lincoln is awake on average 6 times per night and has a couple of 30 minute naps per day. He asked if my husband helps out at all. I told him "Yes, he gets up one of those six times in the night". He said, "Well your husband is going to have to step up - and you can tell him I said that. He is going to be doing a lot of the work when you get the sleep training plan and he might as well get used to that idea now."
Oh how I wish the doc could have told Steve that himself instead of me telling him. Steve bristled when I relayed the message and then suddenly had to hang up the phone. I've spoken with him since and he's changed his tune, saying he'll do whatever needs to be done to help. We'll see. Talk is cheap.
I'm hoping the antidepressants are going to help me think more clearly, feel stronger emotionally, allow myself to feel less guilt, and not not let stupid little things - like Steve's inability to experience empathy - bother me.
Next up? I'm either getting a GC for the running shoes I asked for for Christmas or I will be taking more money from our line of credit (that I'm not supposed to use) and buying them myself. I want to take up running again. Running made me feel good and I could blare my music nice and loud and just escape, alone, for a while.
(I've said this before but I love you all so very much and do not know where I would be without you. Thank you so much for caring and for taking the time to post your so very thoughtful and helpful and supportive comments. I send a big hug and kiss to each and every one of you.)