Happy Halloweenie

It was deja vu all over again. I hate Halloween. Really. I hadn't always, but now I liken it to having a tooth pulled, make that having all of my teeth pulled... without Novocain. Oh and having bleach poured in my eyes throughout the painful extraction.

Flashback to October 31, 2006. I can remember it like it was yesterday. The baby had just turned four weeks old. I was exhausted as she hadn't slept a wink. She had to be held at all times or she would wail like a fire engine. It was god awful. 

At two weeks, she had choked on spit up and almost died. Thankfully, our next-door neighbor was an ob gyn nurse and he kept her breathing until the paramedics arrived.

Between the hormones, the emotions, the fear of her near-death experience and the lack of sleep, I was one step away from being put in a rubber room. If I didn't succumb to some sort of post-partum depression, I knew it would be a miracle. Couple that with the fact that I'd started working from home again after just two weeks and you had complete and utter insanity.

And on top of it all, I had been battling a nasty upper respiratory infection.

What I remember the most about last Halloween was the shrieks. The baby cried for 12 hours straight and writhed in pain. I felt like Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers or some other character out of a horror movie was stabbing me repeatedly as I did everything under the sun to comfort her, but to no avail.

And then J-Fed arrived home from work. He didn't speak to me. I can't even remember why I was getting the silent treatment. Our marriage was in shambles. He was no longer wearing his wedding ring, and he refused to go with me to take our older daughter trick or treating. He  didn't care that I was an emotional wreck. His treatment was cold and callous. So I took daughter and waddled around the block as I was still was healing from the C-Section.