Im probably going to be flamed but im really desperate and at breaking point. Im a sahm to 2 dc. A 6yo and an almost 5m old. My older dc, the experience was absolutely a nightmare. He had colic, reflux, was an extremely high needs and clingy baby. I did not enjoy being a mum at all. He cried constantly, never napped for more than 10 minutes at a time and just wanted to be stuck into me the entire time. Dh is a very hands on dad and we tried everything but he was just an extremely fussy baby. My ds would be sitting on me and if I adjusted myself he would scream and cry if he thought I moved. He would nap and I was trapped in the room with him, if I left he would immediately wake up and just scream. It was the worst, and I felt like I was breaking down. At 16m we sent him to nursery full time (half days) as I couldn’t cope. He cried horribly but I honestly was past the point of caring and I felt I needed space from him.
He then became the fussiest eater which took this to another level of hell. We tried everything, including feeding therapy and he eventually grew out of it. It was only around 5yo that he settled down and we could enjoy him. He is such a lovely, caring boy and an absolute joy. I realised we made alot of mistakes with him and i felt being a sahm was actually detrimental to his early years. We always wanted two kids so last year we had another baby, dd. This time we vowed to do things so differently but here I am again hating being a mum. Hating it. I love my dc but boy do I hate parenting. My dd has a whole lot of issues - cmpa, colic then reflux and he turned out to be another high needs baby. I could cry and scream myself knowing I’m in for it again. We are all trapped by her routine. I feel so awful that my poor ds is constantly being told to be quiet, we are all too toeing around the house, my back is killing me by constantly fucking carrying her, and I’m just hating life. Surely having children shouldn’t make you feel this miserable. Where are we going wrong. This is what daily life looks like.
7:30 wake up and feed
Carry till she falls asleep, she can tolerate about 5min max of floor /playtime before she is screaming.
She goes down for a nap and then I’m trapped in the room with her. If I leave she somehow knows and just screams and cries, and I have to start over. So I sit here highly frustrated until she wakes up.
9:30 wake up, feed, a bit of playtime and then fucking carrying till its next nap time.
Repeat until bedtime. And by that time I have done absolutely nothing for the day, until dh gets home. My poor ds gets home and is tip toeing and constantly shushed to not wake her up. We do not go anywhere because she is a nightmare to take out. Please don’t suggest a sling. She goes purple screaming her lungs out the moment she goes into a sling/carrier. The thought of this being life, just makes me want to run away. Please, please help me. I know I sound like the worst mother ever but I am so beyond the point of desperation. How do we get the baby into some sort of routine, some sort of normality in our lives.