Hi mums. Sorry if this is not quite the right place to post, I'm not sure where else to go. Do I ever feel silly posting this, but I would love a third party perspective. I had a lovely DD back in August. After DH and I married, we weren't sure about having children and I ended up pregnant, I did my best to embrace the situation but it was a 9 months fraught with depression and anxiety over the impending life change.
I had spent hours a day crying as I just didn't know what to do or where to turn, I had no support and felt like I wouldn't be a capable mum given how I felt. As a result, everything was a total haze, including finances, the nursery, names, as I thought "oh it doesn't matter, my life's over anyway and this poor child will have me as a mum" … "what a disaster, can I find someone to adopt..." Looking back, how irrational and horrid was that... I feel such shame.
Hindsight is 20/20 now. Of course I grew to love DD more than anything and realised what an absolute blessing I was given - didn't know that until I experienced it. With a clearer mind, I realised how skewed my thinking was and that I felt so horrible that I just pulled a name out of thin air to get it over with - I was rock bottom.
I talked to DH about renaming her when she was 2 months old as a fresh start, among other things. DH agreed it would be good for us, and I am SO happy/relieved that we did it, but it was so embarrassing, stressful, shameful announcing the name change and going through the process. Now we have renamed her and I am so happy she has a name I was able to really connect with as I've connected with her, but I am so bloody ashamed of her birth record now, months after all this mess. It has the old name printed on it. I know some of you will be thinking "Wow, who cares when there are so many worse things" and I realise how silly I must sound, but I can't seem to shake this feeling of despair that I've tainted my child's birth record? What if I had been in a better mindset, what if this, what if that... I've tainted it, I've messed it up forever...
I'm in therapy and it's helped a bit, but I don't know what's wrong. She suggested I may have a bit of PTSD (??) surrounding the entire situation but that seems so severe to me.
I don't know gals, is this unreasonable? Is this strange? I feel happy every day now but when my thoughts turn to the name situation I just want to bury my face and cry. I feel as if my reaction to this is stronger than what should be expected and I'm afraid I'll never be able to accept this. :(