Oh OP. I'm so sorry, and I know exactly where you are coming from. I was so excited when I was pregnant with our child after several miscarriages, and couldn't have wanted him more. I read a lot and knew childbirth was unpredictable, but had no idea it would be as horrific as it was. My body went into shock, and I had a very very difficult birth (knowing the baby was in distress but the theatre was full, so had the awful induction drip, 2 failed epidurals and a very drawn out ventouse delivery which resulted in a severe 3rd - almost 4th - degree tear requiring surgery). It was awful. The pain was unbearable and I still have vivid flashbacks. I felt so out control and it was very distressing. My body is basically broken. I have no pelvic floor strength and a permanently leaky bladder. I feel fat and unattractive - not helped by my PCOS.
I found the first few months extremely difficult to say the least, and the fact that I was in such poor health made it really hard. I was so sore and riddled with infections for 3 months due to the wait for surgery post-birth. Going to the toilet was hugely uncomfortable and I was diagnosed with PTSD from the birth. I found the lack of sleep very hard too. Nothing prepares you for it and it's so hard to think rationally and cope when you're running on empty. My DH was also utterly traumatised by the birth, and he was overly anxious about every little sniffle from our DS. Our DS was throwing up his feeds initially, so we had another night in hospital when he was 9 days old, which nearly broke me, and he then developed colic for about 4 weeks, which at the time seemed to last a lifetime. Every evening he would scream uncontrollably and it was heartbreaking. I found it hard when DH went back to work and I was at home on my own with DS. I almost resented DH, which sounds ludicrous now. We don't have family very close by (they did visit, of course), but meeting up once a week with the NCT class and other new mums and babies was a lifeline, as it was good to see they had struggles too and I wasn't alone. Are there any similar groups or baby groups you could join?
In all honesty, the first 6 weeks post-birth were very difficult (I remember vividly someone urging me to take 'baby steps' and deal with one day at a time, which was sound advice), and our NCT mantra was always "This too shall pass"! It's hard when you're in the thick of it, but things do get easier, I promise. After about 6 weeks the colic passed and I started to trust more in my motherly instincts and feel a little more in control as a vague sort of routine formed. As my DS was so very much wanted, I found it hard to admit to others that I was struggling, as I didn't want to sound ungrateful.
I loved him so so much, and still do. He is my absolute world, but boy - were the first few months tough.
He was hospitalised at 3 months as he reacted to his immunisations and presented with meningitis symptoms. My DH was in Hong Kong with work and I found myself alone with my son being blue-lighted to A&E. This was a huge turning point for me, as I suddenly realised that my son needed me now more than ever, and something just switched inside me and I thought "I can do this". We stayed in hospital for 4 days, which was scary, but he was fine, and I left hospital feeling far more competent and able. It was as though a switch had flicked and instead of dwelling on my feelings I was more focused on my son. I remember holding him in hospital and promising him that I'd always be there for him. He was starting to smile and do little movements on his playmate, and this really helped, as the first few weeks where babies seem to just feed, cry, fill their nappies and sleep is pretty gruelling and unrewarding. As soon as he moved to the next stage - around 3-4 months, I started to enjoy motherhood so much more. My advice is to find baby groups, try to get out every day - even if it's just a walk around the block or trip to the supermarket, and to know that it does get easier. I absolutely promise you it does. Hang on in there, OP. I'm sure you're doing a grand job.