Ah! My ds1! I remember what that was like!
Because I'd had depression in the past, I was so worried about coming down with it again after ds1- I had visions of me still in my dressing gown at noon, weeping silently into a can of diet coke.
I cut corners - so many that the whole experience was spherical. I BF for quite a while, but tailored it into my own needs too - cos if I went down, so would the family. And lots of other corners too - dragging him around the house propped up in a laundry basket, so I could 'crack on' with jobs whilst ds1 was happy. He lived in babygros rather than proper clothes, and as a very newborn, I put him down when I went to bed, to maximise sleep opportunities, then as his brain matured, we brought his bedtime forwards incrementally to 7pm...
I boiled, pureed, blended, and freezer bagged like a good 'un though, although at 11 months I sleep trained.. working on the principle that if I go under.... etc
It WAS hard - the lack of sleep sometimes in the early days - it felt like my eyebrows were melting into my chin - no family nearby, just moved house, no friends, and ex-dh on call permanently.. Ds1 actually slept for 2-3 hours at a stretch overnight though - which helped enormously, and ex-dh did a share too - I got out as much as I could..If I got out,Ifelt so much better - even with a ginormous rucksack..
I remember being so pathetically grateful that I wasn't going under, and was at times really enjoying it, that I used to yelp that "It's fine! absolutely FINE! No Worries - IT'S FINE - so much easier than I thought!"
There was an enormity about being in sole charge of a tiny baby for hours/days/weeks on end, that freaked me out slightly, but I just took a day at a time, and tried not to think about it - jesus - poor child has ME as a mother!!
I think tbh, I was faking it to make it. I was frightened to a degree that if I admitted to myself and others just how hard it was, I might go under. But also - to be fair - I enjoyed large parts of it...
Eventually, I made friends at the postnatal group - one of them is now my best mate - some 14 years later! And I could finally admit that it could be crap without feeling that I was risking falling apart in the process.. It took me feeling more secure in my parenting skills, and not feeling like I was going under to admit it though...
Blimey - he's 14 now! A spotty hormonal hairy teenager - who is very lovely kind, bright, happy and humorous..
I shan't forget those early days though!