Name changed because I can barely cope with typing this without it being tied to my profile.
I am Mum of 3 children who I adore. DD is 4 and starting school in September, DS is 3 and had just started 5 days at nursery now we've got the 30 hours per week. Baby DS is 3 months and was the unexpected result of a rare moment of intimacy in lockdown.
After having DS I had very bad PND and because of this (& also due to ongoing health issues) we were two and done. I was looking forward to moving through the stages with my DC close in age and getting a bit of freedom away from constantly being needed and ending each day totally touched out.
When I discovered I was pregnant my first reaction was not a negative one, I adore my children and whilst it wasn't ideal I thought another one could only be a blessing. Had a touch pregnancy with some issues which resulted in a pretty traumatic birth by EMCS (previously two natural intervention free vaginal deliveries).
My recovery has been horrible, found it incredibly hard to restrict myself physically as I am a very active person with a million projects on the go. Had multiple infections and other issues, including a suspected prolapse which is currently under investigation. My scar is healed now but still painful and I have the awful tummy pouch that's typical over a c section scar. I haven't been able to shift the weight I gained in lockdown/pregnancy due to ongoing recovery issues and also tbh lack of time and sleep.
I am still on medication for depression following my PND but have had lifelong chronic clinical depression.
I am struggling. I love my baby, I really do. I am soaking up the cuddles and the smell of his head and the brand new smiles and coos but good god for some reason this week it feels like I am experiencing grief. I feel so selfish for feeling like this, and more guilt than you can imagine. But I just feel so frustrated that I am now tied to another 3 years of feeding a baby, teething, weaning, nappies, potty training etc. And not getting any real freedom or downtime. The last 4 years have been tough, but the best thing I ever did was have my children and i love them. I just am feeling short changed I guess that the time when I had it in my head that I would finally get a bit of breathing space the reality is that I am feeling more suffocated than ever.
And I feel so bad about it. I adore my baby and I know women who struggle to conceive will resent this. Tbh I resent feeling like this. But I don't know how to not feel like I want to run away and scream until I lose my voice because I am stuck here again and I don't know how I am going to make it out in one piece.
Sorry for the vent. I dont have anyone I can talk to about this IRL. My husband is amazing and pulls his weight completely so it's not a lack of support. I would just appreciate any insights or suggestions on how I can move on from feeling like this