I’m a first time mum to a 12 week old baby boy. He’s got a cold at the moment, so I’m possibly be closer to the brink of madness then I might otherwise be...
I feel like I’m going mad. HOW did I not realise that life would be this relentless?! I resisted having a baby for years (my DH was desperate for one) because I have a chronic health condition and worried it would be too much for me. I also used to worry that we would be risking our lovely life and relationship for no guarantee that it would be better. Despite that I’m still shocked at how hard it all is. I think my DS is pretty average - not too difficult and not that easy. Won’t nap when not on me and screams when put down so I can do something selfish like go to the loo, but usually has a good chunk of sleep overnight and can mostly be calmed by picking him up and walking around. I just feel so claustrophobic. I want to be able to cook or pee or tidy without being screamed at. I do love him, and the smiles we’ve started getting are pure magic, but that doesn’t stop me feeling down.
When does it get easier? When could I reasonably expect to have a minute to get something done? Or some predictability to our schedule?
(And please don’t feel the need to tell me that it never gets easier or that every stage is this difficult...)