Long post disclaimer But I don’t want to drip feed!!
DC is 4 months old and it’s been a tough road. Just to give some background, When I was pregnant I had to leave my job due to discrimination from my employer and received hush money to leave or face the prospect of tribunal. It was a really tough few months sorting that out and whilst in the middle of my pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, DH was very supportive and attended meetings with me etc and is very practical in that sense but didn’t really offer much emotional support or just check in with me etc. Just for context I received about 2/3 a years salary.
Fast forward to the birth which was also fairly traumatic, I won’t go into details but I nearly died as a result With a substantial recovery time. I don’t buy into this push present thing but I was half expecting a card from DH with a nice message or even for him to tell me how proud he was and thankful for bringing his child into the world etc (perhaps I’ve watched too many romcoms) I think I got a “well done baby you did amazingly”. But when DH spoke to other people about the birth he would say it was really traumatic but not say anything like DW was incredible so brave etc etc. It was more like “we” went through it and he was part hero for living through it. DC is perfect but has had a number of issues which has meant he is a very unsettled baby and wakes maybe 3-4 times a night And cries a lot during the day - he is hard work as a lot of babies are I guess. Being EBF the nights have always been down to me, even when I was recovering from surgery my DH occasionally woke up but didn’t get up to help other than to say “can I help” but promptly falls back to sleep. He works full time and now he just doesn’t get up at all, even when no feeding is required. Fair enough? I don’t really know what other couples do at night when DP works etc.
I “celebrated” my birthday during my pregnancy which was about a month after I settled with my employer. We discussed it and I felt a bit railroaded into saying to DH don’t worry about a present or anything As we need to make my money last as long as possible so don’t worry (probably secretly hoping he would ignore me and get me something inexpensive but meaningful or to say how proud of me he was for getting through a tough time etc). He stuck to his word and got me a card with a generic message, not even a fucking cake..
When DH has his birthday a month or so later, I bought him a few bits including a silly mug with daddy on it etc.
Anyway, to my point. I decided in order to make my money go further so we didn’t have to worry about childcare costs or me going back to work quickly As the money I had is depleting due to me buying all of the baby bits, Christmas presents for family and so on, that I would start an evening job which is Monday to Friday. Its quite physically demanding and I’m finding it tough but needs must right? I started this job when DC was 12 weeks old. So basically my day is:
Wake up 3-4 times a night
Get up about 7am with baby
Do housework and look after needy baby who doesn’t nap!
Walk the dog
Get ready for work
Feed DC before work
DH comes home at 5 I leave for work at 5.15
Work
Come home and feed DC immediately due to being EBF
Eat dinner (normally my first meal of the day) at 9.30pm (we take turns to cook)
Put DC to bed
Repeat
My husband and I said we aren’t doing presents this Christmas due to money concerns, but me being me I have bought him something little to open so the day isn’t totally miserable. I doubt he has done the same.. although hoping he feels some guilt about the birthday situation and gets me a bloody mug or something.
I know I am making this sound like it’s all about gifts but I guess I’m just trying to say I need him to offer me a gesture of some sort. I am happy to do what i am doing although it is killing me, I don’t really moan I just get on with it. I look like shit all the time, I feel like shit all the time and whilst I understand he is having to walk through the door and look after DC on his own after a hard day at work, he hasn’t got to get up at night, he gets a lunch break, he has a precious 30 minute commute in peace and quiet.
I am now at the point of dropping hints and fishing for compliments as I feel so down about myself, how I look physically, the fact I have lost my career and have to start from scratch. AIBU to want him to show more emotional support and tell me how amazing I am. Or am I not amazing and are we just in this together ? He does do a fair amount around the house and isn’t a lazy arse. Is this what being a parent is like and I’ve just watched too many films where the woman is put on some kind of pedestal, or perhaps read too many shitty annoying “mums are amazing like and share if you agree” Facebook posts, that have sunk into my brain via osmosis. Am I being shallow, should I just pat myself on the back for surviving and feel eternally grateful for my (fairly) happy healthy DC and need nothing else. I just feel like DH has emotionally checked out. And I want a fucking worlds best mummy mug!!!