Sorry woe-is-me post alert...
I had a lovely little boy a couple of months ago. Adore him, wouldn't be without him etc but already I feel like I'm failing him in so many ways. Like his birth - I took all the drugs going (long and complicated delivery ending in emcs) and couldn't do it myself. Every time I hear about someone's all-natural, mooing-in-a-birthing-pool labour, it's like a stab to my heart. I just feel like I was a total wimp and a failure.
And feeding: I have found breastfeeding stupendously difficult and am now mix feeding as I felt it was the only way I could manage to continue giving ds the breast without quitting altogether.
And oh my Christ he has a dummy. From day four.
I love him, so so very much (dont know why I have to keep justifying myself on that front) but from about a week after he was born I was itching to get out of the house and see my friends and get completely off my face a little bit merry. I'm 36, not 17.
I do think I'm a nice, cuddly, loving mother, but I just don't feel I measure p against all those self-sacrificing women who give birth without drugs for the good of their child, exclusively breastfeed despite any difficulties and are blissfully happy in that baby bubble for months on end and don't feel like they want to break free every other day.
So be honest, am I a total flake of a mother?