I love my 9 month old dc1. He brings daily joy to my life
But right now I've had enough
It's probably the heat and the fact I'm abroad at family home where we can't shut Windows or blinds for fear of suffocating
But I used to come here pre baby and have a wonderful relaxing re energising time
This week all I've done is try to get him to sleep four times a day in a hot room
At night he wakes regularly from2-3am so my day is effectively starting then
He just wants to BF or play around with boobs constantly. It's not like he's even happy when he wakes as he's so tired
My DH hasn't joined us yet so despite family help, I'm feeling alone and at breaking point. I'm walking around in a haze from lack of sleep. My days involve just gettin through the hours until bedtime. I'm up patting his bum, being used as a human dummy and crying myself from 3am.
I used to have such a wonderful time here. It's been turned on its head and I honestly can't see any good, just endless days where I navigate from one failed nap to the next.
So AIBU to think, in this sleep deprived moment, that despite the love I feel, and the joyful moments, that objectively quality of personal life pre baby is much much better
I'm so sad I feel this way but I think I'm just being realistic. I won't let those feelings pass across to him