I had a baby back at the start of 2023 with my long term partner of 11 years. He had briefly cheated during the pregnancy and things just went downhill from there. We were spending a lot of time apart during the pregnancy due to the conflict from the cheating (which the first woman ended when she found out i was pregnant) and he eventually walked out on us for good and onto a new relationship when my baby was around 6 weeks old. He treated me awfully during this time, telling me we were nothing but coparents and that he didnt care for me in that way anymore, that he didnt find me attractive as i was fat/out of shape, shooing me away like a dog with hand motions while still sleeping with me. Yes, i had no self rescpect and was just trying to save the relationship so that I wasnt left a single mum as i knew i wouldn't cope. I was a mess, I lost 2 stone in weight as I was being sick even just sipping water. I was crying, begging, pleading with him to come back to us which did no good as he turned stone cold; little did i know he had moved on from us wirh someone else while still physically living with us and sleeping with me, hence why he was being so cold. I lost a lot of my hair and was basically walking around in a daze during this time.
We had to then move in with my father at the time as the house we had lived in was my ex partners which he had inherited from his mum.
I used to take my baby to classes most days ie baby sensory, rhyme time at the library etc. We'd go out and about for coffee or a browse round the shops. However when I got back to the house, I rememebe trying to hold in the tears from the car to the front door and as soon as I got in, putting my baby in my dad's arms, putting a nursery rhyme type program on TV and going through to my bedroom to just cry. I'd either be spending time crying or looking online for situations of people who had been through similar to me and trying to find answers as to why he had done what he had done and try to make sense of it. It was pathetic and I was an absolute mess during the first year of my daughters life and the only reason I kept going was for her. I stopped breastfeeding as i got put on antidepressants and didn't want to take the risk of them harming her. When she was sitting with my dad they'd just watch TV. My dad is a nice enough man but he wouldn't really interact with her much, just hold her while they watched TV. There were times when her and I had mummy daughter time in the house however I can't remember them, I just know from photos. I was honestly a mess at this time.
Fast forward 2 years later. My daughter, while very smart, has a speech delay and is on the waiting list for speech and language therapy. She also exhibits signs of sensory issues according to the nursery - doesn't like noise or big groups.
I feel overwhelmed with guilt that I've caused this, I've somehow damaged her with the neglect. I should've been holding her much more and interacting with her much more as a baby. Instead of her sat in front of a TV at at 5 months old staring at it. Also all of the stress hormones I experienced when pregnant have also probably affected her. I keep reading about babies brain development and I'm convinced that all of her issues are my fault. I did try to do my best but my best was nowhere near good enough, I was completely overwhelmed with being abandoned by her father and the heartbreak I was experiencing.
Is there any way that I can make up for the damage those early months caused, to help her develop normally? I can't bear the thought of her having difficulties in life caused by me being a shit mum to her in those early days. Is the damage even reparable? Please be gentle, as I say, I'm consumed with guilt about it all. I wanted to be the best mum to her but was just completely taken over by everything else going on in my life at the time.