Hi im so sorry if this comes across the wrong way especially to all you who are desperately ttc. I know how lucky I am to be nearly 6 months pregnant with a healthy baby. Thing is my son is not lucky. He’s not lucky one bit to have me as his mum especially with the baggage I have and the potential for more baggage to happen if things get bad again.
ill give you some background information. I’m a woman in her early thirties with a disability (sight loss). I’m married to an amazing man and we’ve always wanted to have kids. We’ve been married a couple years. Since as far as I remember I’ve always had to fight to show my worth to people even close family, I’ve been pushed aside and held back from really doing the things I’ve wanted in life, I’ve been let down a lot in my life. I’ve had to deal with trauma after trauma, so many wasted years (most of my 20s were a joke). I’ve had to watch people around me have the life I so desperately wanted while people were telling me “people like you shouldn’t have that, just be happy with what you have” yeah I should be happy for the half life I had in my twenties and not fully allowed to be who I want to be, I should be happy that people just walk out of my life Willy nilly and mess me around. I know I sound like poor me and people have had it so so much worse and for that I’m really sorry. There was times I was planning on ending my life as I just didn’t want this life if it was going to be like this. Things got better 4 years ago when I went back to church, found God and started dating my husband. I know this is an unpopular opinion because of what happened that year but 2020 was one of the best years of my life. Mentally I was the best I’d been in my whole life. Yes still had down days but a lot less of them. The following year me and my husband got married. I thought most of my issues had been put to bed but that was not to be because our families fell out and it spiralled into a big trauma for both of us. I still find myself getting sad and angry when I think back to it. Back then I got burnt out due to constant stress and trauma. Couldn’t function properly for 6 months afterwards.
things eventually settled down although they sometimes bubble to the surface again. They have been the calmest they have since before that agro started. Me and my husband decided early this year that now it is the right time for us to have a baby so we tried and I got pregnant in June. We were so happy about the news but had our worries of the trauma from our families fighting coming back which I pray doesn’t happen.
now I’ll get into the reasons why I think it was maybe selfish of me to bring a baby into my life.
- my eyesight while not completely blind I have severe sight impairment. I could still look after a baby and do most things for them. Some things may take longer to learn. My main issue is getting out and about on my own. I’m ok in familiar places especially if there isn’t much of a crowd but my husband drives so we can still do family days out. If I’m taking the baby out in town to meet a friend I would either need to get a taxi or a lift which is fine but if I needed to get out and none of my friends who can drive were free to take me out or I was meeting a non driver friend I worry about the wait times of taxis disrupting the routine of the baby and having people judging me if the baby is screaming and I’m stressed trying to get a lift. also when he’s older I worry he’ll miss out on a lot of things he wants to do because mummy can’t see very well or he’ll get bullied etc.
- if the families fall out again. My family would expect me to struggle on with the baby on little sleep which makes my eyesight and migraines worse and if my husbands family help or anyone they don’t like help then it’s a big issue and I’m the worst in the world. That leaves me with friends and while I’m lucky to have a few good ones I can’t constantly rely on them if the baby is hard work. Yes I’ll be the main caregiver alongside my husband but I know I’ll need regular breaks and support. I have had countless people say they’ll be there but when it comes down to it they aren’t. I worry about getting burnt out again if fighting happens and that wouldn’t be good for dealing with a baby. I could see myself getting pnd if this happens.
- we live in a small house and while I’m so grateful to have a roof over my head I fear it’ll get really cluttered and I’ll be stuck in the house with little to no support and my marriage will suffer. I’ve always said to myself that If something happened to my marriage and if I had young kids especially If they had any pro I wouldn’t be good enough for them on my own so I would have to put them into voluntary foster care.
- when I got pregnant I started a new job which I was getting really good at it but due to pregnancy tiredness and worries I’ve been constantly making mistakes and brought up on them. I’ve been less productive and I’ve noticed some co workers talking about me. This has prevented me from bonding with my unborn son and made me resent him in a way which I wish I never felt that way.
- I worry my son will get a severe form of autism or learning disability as these particularly autism and adhd run in mine and hubbys families. Hubby has mild autism, I also have adhd which makes all these thoughts worse as it’s so much harder to focus and get rid of them thoughts. If I had a child like that I know there’s no way I’d be able to cope with that and I’d have to give him away especially if I don’t get any support and there’s challenging behaviours involved.
- I fear losing myself when I have a child and not getting the chance of doing the things I love for a long time. Being able to do self care and go out places is one of the reasons I was able to come out of really hard times. God helped a lot. I fear If I can’t do the things I love then I will develop a severe form of pnd and worse take it out on the baby. I fear I’ll be that bad especially if I feel like crap and can’t do much to make myself feel better.
on one hand I’m so happy about the baby and this new chapter and I wish I felt completely like that especially when my husband feels nothing but pure joy. On the other hand I’m terrified of things going so so wrong and I end up messing up my son in some way and that he’s either stuck with the worst version of me due to lack of support and having to deal with families fighting resulting in an unhappy childhood or in care away from his family and everything he knows because mummy snapped and did something stupid to herself and or abandoned him somewhere.
am I selfish? Should I have accepted 2 years ago that maybe I’m one of those women who shouldn’t have kids? Have you ever felt like that or dealt with anything similar? Please help