I had an idea of what parenting would be like before actually doing it, but of course, you can never truly know what will happen OR how you react to it.
Growing up, my mum was extremely close with her sisters, one was child free, one had 3 kids, we were as close as siblings to our cousins. We spent school holidays with the aunt who had kids as she didn't work, the aunt with no kids would babysit every Saturday night and my parents would go out.
We spent time with our grandparents, we did 'overnights' although not often.
So my preconception of being a parent was based on this, as only it could be. We waited until we were financially able to afford full time nursery then went for it.
I became very unwell after DC 1. I got PND so severe I was almost sectioned. I had never been depressed in my life, so the feeling was like being hit by a truck. I wanted to die.
'Friends' left fast. I was so heavily medicated that I gained 4 stone and ended up with back and knee problems from the weight, so I found the days not only mentally draining, but physically painful. Crawling in bed at 7pm after putting DC down was and is all I can manage. The idea of getting ready and dragging my carcass out is almost laughable.
Both mine and DH's mums suddenly died, within 3 months of each other when first DC was 7 months old. It was a shock, a nasty one at that, and suddenly I felt so isolated.
We had to move for work and had to buy a second car, both on part time salaries. Our finances took such a nosedive it was not something we planned or prepared for. We are now in thousands of pounds worth of debt so no cleaner or tradesmen here.
One of my siblings moved away, the other is not very supportive, despite having her own children. I have babysat for her but she has never returned the favour.
I have 2 DC, I'm not as heavily medicated now and things are better in that regard, but we have no help, and can't pay for help either. I never anticipated how soul crushing it would be to never go out as a couple at night, to not keep a house clean and organised with two small children whilst holding down jobs, paying for nursery and navigating this new 'normal'.
Add a DC into the mix who is high needs, anxious and difficult to leave with anyone and you have a real recipe for exhaustion.
I understand OP. I too see a lot of people with help from grandparents, cleaners, more money etc and not makes me so sad that I don't have this big extended family to hold me up on days where I can barely stand with tiredness. It's hard. You have my sympathy ❤️🩹