I want to start off by saying that my DH is a good man on the whole, he works hard, he loves our children and puts in time and effort with them (as he should) etc but I’m beginning to wonder if he actually loves me or if we’re together out of conveinence/routine/for the children?
We are childhood sweethearts, married at 19 & 20, now mid 30’s.
We had fertility treatment to conceive our 3 year old after recurrent miscarriage and it genuinely was the happiest time of my life. I LOVED everything about it, our first born was calm, slept 10-12 hours straight through from 12 weeks old. She was a smiley baby, didn’t even know she was teething until one day she woke up with a bottom one. We got lucky and had an “easy” one.
I fell pregnant naturally 2024 and we were ecstatic, I gave birth last year but this time, I feel empty. I know I love him/would protect him but I don’t enjoy being his Mum. He cries a lot, whinges non stop, he’s been teething for the past 3 months with no signs of teeth coming through. He’s had multiple health checks, he’s on dairy free formula, gaviscon, omeprazole, we’ve tried everything. He’s had RSV twice and been hospitalised twice with it and spent around 3 months of his 6 months unwell, very snotty, antibiotics for recurrent chest infections, RSV, colds. This has made it impossible to do proper “tummy time” with him, he doesn’t roll or show any signs of trying to, he can’t hold his head up straight for long enough for me to wean him safely. Drs tell me all babies are different so I let it go.
I’m exhausted. I’ve slept on the sofa for the past 3 weeks with him in his swinging chair (it lays flat so no chin to chest) but is very slightly raised because he’s full of snot again and can’t breathe in his cot properly. He has a bottle at 8 then 11 then he wakes at 1:30 then again at 4 then he’s up at 6.
Yesterday, DH came home early from work (runs own business), I asked if he had paperwork to do in the home office but he said no he’s going to go to bed for a few hours as he was tired and had an important football match (semi final for the team he plays for). He knows I’d been up 3 or 4 times in the night with baby yet he went back to bed and slept for 5 hours whilst I dealt with toddler and baby even though I asked if I could get a couple of hours, he said he needed the rest for the game.
I was giving baby a dream feed at midnight last night sat on the rug next to his chair and fell asleep whilst I was giving it to him, I fell back and smashed my back and head on our solid oak toy box which really hurt. I carried on feeding baby, took some paracetamol as my head was pounding and went to sleep on the sofa. I told DH about it this morning (I was up at 7 with toddler and baby, he was up at 9) and he said “it’s normal, you’re a mum you’re going to be tired” and I just lost my shit. (My daughter was at my mums baking cakes so it wasn’t in front of her) but I cried and told him I’m so exhausted that I feel it in my bones, I worry about driving our daughter to preschool the 3 days a week she goes, I worry about falling asleep when baby is awake and not waking to him crying but instead of comfort, he shouted at me to go and sleep then instead of cleaning whilst I had a a couple hours free of toddler (I’d asked him if he could keep baby with him and run hoover around so that I could go to my mums with DD and have some quality 1-1 time baking with her) but he said he needed to clean fish tank/baby whinging/impossible to hoover as well so I dropped her off then came back because if I don’t do it, who will? There will be no clean clothes, no clean floor, no changed bedsheets.
I admitted to my dr that I was struggling a few weeks ago and they very quickly got me seen my a post natal psychiatrist (I have quite a long history of depression and anxiety) and she doesn’t think I have depression at all, she thinks I have inattentive ADHD and OCD and I feel depressed because I’ve been misdiagnosed since I was 15 so she has changed my medication and will continue to see me as she also thinks I have PND.
When I got angry and said “you even went back to bed for hours yesterday knowing you’d had a full night sleep in our bedroom without a baby disturbing you, knowing I’m exhausted” and then that was it, he then blamed everything on me being “angry” about that because it all come spilling out, I do all of the washing, all of the cleaning, he’ll leave empty wipe packets next to the bathroom bin, socks on the living room floor where he takes them off, if he uses the last of the shower gel it stays there until I replace it and I’m sick of it. I’m at breaking point.
He’s taking both kids out to a nature trail tomorrow morning into the afternoon and acts like I should be grateful for this.
I love him and I don’t want to give up on us but lately I’ve been thinking; at least I’d have every other weekend child free and then I feel terribly guilty because I adore my children but I’m burnt out, sad, exhausted and overwhelmed that it really does seem appealing to me but I’m worried if I ask him to leave it’ll be the biggest mistake of my life. I know I love him, when we are good we are really good but when we are like this, it’s hideous.
What do I do? I feel like I’m genuinely going insane.