I must be the most ungrateful person ever. I'm extremely lucky, I have a helpful DH, a healthy DS, a great mother who is actively involved with helping with DS.
But some days all I want is to crawl in bed and stay in the dark. I'm already taking ADs and a series of other anxiety meds. I'm not in the U.K., meds are easily prescribed, so am already on a combination of strong meds.
I spent pregnancy in lockdown (loved being pregnant), had a horrible traumatic labour, hated newborn days, hated late babyhood, am hating early toddlerhood. He is into everything, he is so strong but he pulls my hair and bites and he takes everything from me, every day. I left like there's nothing left after he goes to bed. I know this is all as it should be but I'm more than exhausted. It's mental as well as physical.
He sleeps ok, naps only in the pram but that's ok as it gets me out of the house and makes me do some exercise. I eat well, I'm honestly extremely lucky and well supported but I don't feel like a person anymore. I get some time away from him but it's never properly scheduled it's usually because I'm close to the brink and then my family steps in. I love them for it and I can't ask for more.
I don't know if these are feeling which will pass or after years of waiting and wanting to be a mother, I'm not cut out for it.
Has anyone else come back from these feelings and started enjoying their DC? I want to enjoy it, those around me seem to enjoy it or at least have the patience to play with him and I just don't. Am I regretting motherhood?