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Screwy Crib
by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Once our first child was born we made the trip from North Carolina, MCAS Cherry Point, to my mother-in-law’s house in southern New Jersey to visit the family for the weekend. It was about a 10 hour trip. Hard to do on a weekend, but we made the trip quite often. This was our first trip with our new born and we didn’t have the small netted playpens they have now. So my mother-in-law pulled out an old hard crib the size of a bassinet. It used to be “A’s” crib when he was born. “K1″ was small and that was perfect for her. My now ex-husband put it together.
We went upstairs to go to bed. We changed her, fed her and put her in the crib and we took the bed.
Sometime during the night she started screaming and wouldn’t shut up. He picked her up and cuddled her and she wasn’t wet or hungry so he laid her back down.
Now his mom was yelling, “what is going on up there?”
So my ex grabbed the crib and shook it and screamed “SHUT UP!”
The mattress fell right down through the crib and hit the floor. Baby shut up and never made another peep that night. She wasn’t hurt since she went down lying on the mattress and it was only about 18 inches from the floor.
I didn’t say a word during this whole fiasco. I just sat there and watched. I could see she was ok.
Oh my word…
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It was quite a night, but I thought I was going to be hysterical. I go through deep bouts of hysteria at times til I cry. Ex-hubby was told by my parents the only way to stop it was to slap me hard across the face. Then I really cried, but no more laughter.
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Well that’s not much better. Maybe all you need is a big hold while it goes through your system. Idc what the docs say about this med-its pure hell.
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I think they all are. I know some people say they love their meds, but I don’t see how.
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I loved mine until I had to cold turkey em, and my psych nurse is worried about my reaction to Abilify now..duck all..
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My reaction to Abilify was even worse than Latuda. Among other things it messed up my sleeping completely. Until then I was able to use the Ambien and it worked. Now it doesn’t and they tried all kinds of drugs to get to sleep again. Abilify also affected my talking.
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Yes I believe the Abilify has given me brain damage. My memory was really good-could remember names and faces and the day and TIME we met. Now? Pfffffbt, even if you wear a nametag I’ll still ask a few times before I get it right. I was able to get back some clarity when I stopped it though.
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I have no real memory of much anymore. Between the drugs and the fibro fog, I can’t remember. That is partly why I am writing these stories. The dr wants me to remember my childhood and I can’t. So each time I remember something sparked by something else I write it down. Slowly things are coming back in small bits.
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Sometimes it only takes a flicker. You’ll get there 🙂 I hate any kind of med or illness fog. Blah
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I hope so, hate not remembering anything.
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I feel ya on that one! You’ll get there, slowly but surely ❤
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I hope so ❤
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Your ex is something else. Likewise his mom. A baby’s crying and she’s asking what’s going on.
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It was our first baby maybe she thought we didn’t know what to do with it. I guess we didn’t, she wouldn’t stop crying and it was the middle of the night and everyone wanted to sleep and she didn’t. Someone should have held her. Instead we scared her silent.
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Oh my – thank goodness the baby wasn’t injured. I would’ve been furious at him 🙂
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He put it together, but the screws were stripped. Thankfully no one was hurtl
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