My ds is now 7 months old. He's a real character - very headstrong and extremely independent. He's been crawling for almost a month, has to hold his own bottles and is very fiery - going from sunshine and laughter to epic meltdown in a blink. I'm not going to lie I'm really struggling and I don't even really know why. He still cries a lot, I think partly frustration as he wants to be everywhere doing everything, but after 7 months I thought the amount of crying might have reduced a bit. He sleeps wel so I can't complain there, but if I'm totally honest I'm really still not enjoying life and it all still feels like such an uphill struggle. I feel numb when someone asks me about him - I don't hate him but I find it so hard to say I love him. I really struggled to bond with him and I still don't feel like I'm there. We do a lot, go to a lot of groups, and some days are better than others but mainly I just have this huge weight of fear inside me thinking about how horrendous he might be as a toddler. I can't imagine anything but trouble and i can't imagine any of the good bits to come. People kept telling me it gets better at 6 weeks, 3 months, 5 months...and I'm just waiting and waiting for the time to come when I enjoy it! I think I'm struggling to come to terms with the fact I don't have an "easy" baby and that he cries a lot. I feel like I'm wishing my life away waiting for this moment when suddenly I'll enjoy him. I was so looking forward to having a baby and I'm so jealous of those mothers who speak of this al consuming love and when I see the looks they give their babies. I don't even know why I'm writing this I just needed to get it out as it's not even 9am and I'm already really finding the day hard.