NC for this, but I have posted before and have been on here a while.
I am feeling very sorry for myself after a glass of wine so please be kind. My DD has just turned a year old and is my first. I suffered with pretty bad PND when she was born which made the first 3/4 months difficult to bond before I got some help and started to get better. Since going back to work I regularly work quite long hours (Which has always been the way my career is) and so DH usually picks up from nursery and most likely baths and changes her for bed although I always make sure I spend time with her before bed which is a small window as she goes to sleep 6/6.30 and finishes nursery around 5.15. She is however up early in the morning (5ish) and I get up with her and start her day and because it’s so early we get a good hour or so of quality time as a family. I’m the strict one... the one who has to say no when she’s doing something dangerous or the one who removes danger (Aka fun), DH is the fun one who plays games and has fun and giggles with her.
What has become more and more obvious is her preference for him and disappointment when she’s with me. Don’t get me wrong she’ll come to me when she’s poorly or tired (or needs a seat!) but she’s genuinely disappointed if he leaves the room and I remain.
I’m feeling sorry for myself and resentful of DH, even though I know it’s not his fault. I’m also starting to worry this is irreversible.
Has anyone experienced this... does it get better?
Today was the final straw I let her out of her pushchair to walk but she wanted to push pushchair which meant she got upset because she wasn’t fast enough. DH shouted at me and she got into his arms and the pair of them walked ahead pointing out trees and birds etc. Whilst I pushed the pushchair behind them like a naughty school child. The only time I got a glance was when they realised I had her comforter in the pram!! The other thing is facebook... the number of my friends who spend endless time in parks, farms, zoos etc. with their DC whilst mine goes to nursery full time also adds to my guilt. I do things on weekends but it’s never the picture perfect family memories I see online (and I know that stuff isn’t always what it seems to be!).
As I say I’m feeling sorry for myself and know deep down I am in the wrong.