I've just sat crying... because I realised today I adore and love my son beyond measure. For the first time since he was born, I look at him and I feel joy, love and happiness. I feel pride.
He is 14 months old. 14 months. And this is the first time this massive bubble has lifted. He is currently napping and I'm sobbing because I can't believe how I've gone this long without feeling these things.
This week, things seem to have slowly lifted... And today, I don't feel any sort of suffocating bubble at all! I can breathe. I can love my son and admire him, feel absolute pride he is mine.
Before this time, every day was a drag. I felt so frustrated and a bit like he was a nuisance to be endured. I tried not to show it. I tried to just carry on, but I think I know he must've sensed it.
It's so strange because he's a complete mummy's boy who is ATTACHED to me. Nobody else will do but me. How can this be? I haven't been the mum he deserved. This amazing, gorgeous, loving little boy.
I can't even blame a traumatic birth or newborn stage. He slept through 8 hours from birth, 12 hours from 6 weeks old. He napped on demand. He walked early, even spoke early, his first word was 'Mum'. And is now a firm 'Mummy!'. He can tell me names of animals and say 1,2.
I just don't see how I have neglected to cherish him. Why does he love me so much? I haven't been the mum he deserves. Please tell me he will not remember me looking bored or 'not all there'.
People would constantly stop me in the street to tell me how beautiful he was, and they thought he may be a girl because he was so stunning. My extremely truthful often hurtfully so family even insisted he was the most angelic and gorgeous little boy. I didn't really see it much. I wanted to change things about him. What a monster I was. Why would I want to change him? There's nothing to change!
I use to count down the hours to bedtime, from the moment he woke up.
I often wondered how bad it would really be if he wasn't here and didn't exist. I didn't even feel guilty. But something deep down gave me a feeling of utter loss and sadness, a never ending sadness where I couldn't even carry on.
I tried speaking to my GP a month or so ago. I was told it's a bit too late for any sort of PND intervention but he offered anti depressants (I didn't take them because they did not work for me before).
Please tell me it will all be okay
And going forward, I can just enjoy my stunningly beautiful boy, with his fabulous character?