Not sure what I want to achieve here other than just a rant. My DS is 11 months old and my mood has not been good since he was 3 months. We had a difficult birth and extended hospital stay and then as he had silent reflux (which took until he was 11 weeks to get diagnosed) I got approx 1.5 hours sleep a night as I was sitting holding him upright and watching Netflix until DH took over at 5am. Through all this I was shattered but OK. Then when we got ranitidine and he started sleeping a wee bit better (albeit in my bed) I just crashed. Hideous anxiety that made me want to die. Since then I haven't been right, my mood has been very low, with feelings of total hopelessness and bleakness, with some good days, and some days of excruciating anxiety.
I was already on 100mg Sertraline through pregnancy as I have a diagnosis of generalised anxiety disorder. Because of this, my family were very much of the opinion that I don't have PND, that this is just me and I will ride it out. I haven't ridden it out. But I feel like a fraud, saying I think I have PND. Other mothers get PND, I'm just defective, always have been, always will be. This is why I waited so long to go to the doctor.
I recently went to the doctor and got a referral to psychiatry. All the psychiatrist was willing to do was increase my Sertraline to 200mg, even though I've been on that dose before and not felt any benefits. She referred me for therapy, which has a 3-4 month waiting list. She won't change my meds because she thinks doing so could affect DS negatively (breastfeeding), which made me feel like a monster for asking. She says I'll feel better when DS sleeps better (he still wakes several times) so effectively if this dose increase fails to help I need to stop breastfeeding and try sleep training, neither of which I wanted to do. I know I need to get better but fuck, I hate that my stupid mental health may mean that the choice gets taken from me.
I hate that my poor, beautiful wee DS has to be part of this mess. I know that plenty mums probably have it much worse than I do but God, I wish I could just have been more stable so I could have enjoyed his babyhood and my mat leave. It just feels so fucking unfair, but also that I should have seen it coming.