Hi all. I’m the OP of this thread - have name changed a couple of times since. Just seen it has been resurrected and wanted to give an update.
Things are so, so much better now. It’s really night and day. My son being that much older now sleeps better and that has been a game changer beyond all words. He still doesn’t sleep through (maybe he never will 🤣😭) but it’s so much more manageable than it was. He is also becoming his own person with the sunniest, sweetest personality and I love him so much.
I’m even still breastfeeding which I thought at the time I would absolutely give up.
In case anyone else is in the position I was in, what helped me was really reaching out to others about how I was feeling. My husband has always been the most wonderful champion in my corner and did more than his share, but what really helped was sitting down with our families and explaining how desperate things were. They stepped in with so much love and support and it made such a difference, emotionally and practically.
I am also in therapy to address my own issues around perfectionism and self-loathing. That is a slow process of unpicking a lot of harmful behaviours but it’s slowly making a difference to me.
I still have some pretty serious medical issues. They are what they are - I will eventually have them resolved, all being well. In the meantime I can live with them while my mental health is so much better.
I am back at work. I miss my son while I am away from him but I like having something else to think about and another aspect of my life that isn’t just being his mother.
All is well now. It did get better, though at the time I truly couldn’t believe it would. I have so much joy in my son now, and so much more light and happiness in my life. I don’t think I will ever have another baby because I don’t want to go through that again, but my family feels complete and happy and whole.
I so desperately feel for women who go through what I did. It’s easy to look back now knowing things did improve and say it was actually just a short time in my life, but while I was going through it it felt so absolutely endless and unliveable. I didn’t know how I would survive, and I would urge any woman feeling the same to lean on anyone you’ve ever known who might help because mums need a village.
Finally, fuck the journo cunt who turned this cry for help from a desperate and vulnerable new mum into tabloid fodder. You made me feel so much worse about myself, and exposed me to truly vicious online commentary about how I wasn’t fit to be a mother and should have my adored and well cared for son removed from my care. You’re an atrocity and you should be ashamed.