I had DC4 in July. It was not an easy pregnancy or delivery, but worse, my life has gone to shit since then.
I am BFing him, and he wakes up every 2-3 hours, all night every night. Sometimes just to mix things up, he likes to be awake for several hours in the night - usually from 2am - 5am. Any attempt to return him to his cot results in shrieking and the risk of waking up his siblings, age 7, 5 and 2. We think he has CMPA, so cannot give formula - not that he would take a bottle anyway! He has reflux and his weight gain isn’t that amazing (dropping centiles) so I have the HV breathing down my neck about that.
During the day, he won’t be put down. If this is unavoidable he will just cry and cry and cry. I spend my whole life either sorting the toddler and other DC out with a soundtrack of crying, or doing everything one handed. My back is shot and I have a hernia, which my GP has now referred me to hospital for.
Most days I feel like I am dying of exhaustion. I weigh less now than I did as a teenager, due to constant breastfeeding and my own limited diet (limited because I have had to cut out dairy myself to breastfeed him).
DH desperately wanted a fourth child, but now he is here does absolutely zero, and I mean zero, to help either with him, or with house stuff - although he does work long hours and is hands on with the other DC.
Obviously now he is here I can’t send him back, but I spend a lot of time wondering why we had him. AIBU to feel like this? I do love him dearly, but everything is so very hard...