Feeling so fed up recently with parenting, I know I probably sound awful but I'm at the end of my patience
I have a 10m old who in general up until now has mostly been cheerful, developing well and sleeping and eating as should be. Happy and laughing a lot of the time and by all means thriving. We shower attention and love on him, put him first in everything and he was very very wanted after a long struggle ttc.
However, tantrums are now starting regularly, general frustration from not being able to get around everywhere and into everything, not co-operating with nappy changes or getting dressed, screaming and crying a lot, hating the pushchair and carrier, not liking time with other people apart from DH and I, demanding my full attention at all times all day so nothing at all can get done without a showdown, I could go on
I am fully aware this is normal baby behaviour and I more than signed up for it. It is probably only going to get worse - but, I am now starting to wonder if there is something really wrong with me
I feel so intolerant of the noise and am desperately craving peace and quiet and time to do whatever I want without a care. I am naturally introverted and overwhelmed by things and have been in tears begging DH to take over regularly since the birth.
I find myself vividly fantasising about a child free life almost every day and honestly can't remember why I even wanted a baby in the first place. I either feel numb or overwhelmed and anxious all day every day, the things I expected to enjoy make me feel nothing. The things I thought I'd find hard border on impossible.
I am dreading every new stage of his life and can struggle to see past the negatives, difficulties and hassle they will bring.
I never want to face the day when the morning comes around and feel like I'm dragging myself to the weekend when DH gladly spends time with our baby, loving every minute of their time together. He doesn't see it the way I do at all which is causing strain on us while he is very supportive
I often cry myself to sleep wondering why on earth I did this and what on earth convinced me this was something I wanted. I clearly had no idea what it was really going to be like and if I had, I would never have chosen this life. I feel like I'm I prison. I wish I could just snap out of it and enjoy it the way I imagined I would. I thought I was born for this.
I love the joy he brings to our families and friends but have noticed the big distance in my friendships now as I was the first to have a baby, they don't understand what it's like and hearing about their child-free lives stings.
I have confided in my mum about how I feel but she was so disappointed that I haven't been enjoying it and didn't know what to say that I don't feel I can speak to her anymore about it and have now reverted to pretending everything is fine which she seems much happier about. Friends don't know what to say as they don't have children so can't relate.
I thought having a baby was going to be the ultimate feeling of love, completion almost. Hard but I'd do it gladly and it would be worth it. I wanted it so badly, I couldn't wait to be a mum.
It feels nothing like that at all
I feel lost, sad and full of regret.