I had my second child 5 weeks ago and I hate my life.
My once happy, chilled, vibrant 2 year old has changed overnight. I can’t deal with the temper tantrums, the refusing bedtime (my friends always joked I was the lucky one as all of her life I’ve been able to give her a kiss and cuddle, say good night and she’d fall asleep by herself and sleep 12 hours), she loved the bath, now she’s hysterical anytime I try to put her near it, she doesn’t want a nappy on but refuses to toilet train, she shouts “I want a cuddle” over and over and over until I feel like I’ve got tunnel vision and sensory overload. She refuses to get in her car seat now so I avoid going out. I’m literally a shell of myself.
I have one 2 one time with her every single day, multiple times when baby is sleeping, we do puzzles, we cuddle, we read, we play hide and seek and it’s not good enough.
DH also takes her swimming and to the library every week. Nothing in her routine has changed other than she has to wait longer than 1 minute for me to get her a drink now or whatever it is she wants if I’m feeding baby.
I feel so much guilt, I hate that I’ve ruined her, I hate that I’ve got this tiny baby who needs me and I’m spinning plates constantly and watching them smash and in turn failing him too.
My post partum with DD was wonderful, we went through 10 years of infertility, I gave birth to her 5 days before my 30th birthday, she lit up my world. I spent days cuddling her, soaking her up, walking with her in the pram in the lovely spring and summer weather. She slept perfectly, she rarely cried, she was a dream. After a long history of depression and anxiety, it was the best I’d felt in years and years.
Now I’ve been blessed with this beautiful baby boy and I hate my life. I can’t give him the amount of time I gave her. I feel guilty that most days I do the bare minimum, feed and change his nappy, wash him, change his clothes and give him a quick cuddle in between washing up, laundry, sorting toddler.
I’m exhausted. I won’t even attempt to take them both out. We stupidly bought a new build flat 2 years ago and we can’t afford to buy a house anytime soon so we haven’t even got a garden but from the outside looking in, you’d tell me to shut up and be grateful, 2 healthy kids, a lovely warm and safe home, a loving husband.
I feel so sorry for both of them, they deserve better than what I can give them and I don’t know what to do, where to turn. I feel like I’m drowning but nobody can see me.