What a comfort, as dawn breaks here, to read your latest messages of support. I know I've said it but I'll say it again: you're keeping me going and helping steer me through this and take the right steps to get help now. Thank you.
I think I've realised something this morning: that DH is genuinely incapable of supporting me because he is in a state himself, but he won't admit it. He said he would do the 'graveyard shift' last night, which was a lovely break for me (even though I still heard when the baby cried and felt all stressed, even with earplugs in...). At 6am I woke with that lurch in the pit of my stomach when I could hear the baby REALLY crying. I raced downstairs to see DH wrapping him up pretty forcefully. I asked if he would like me to take over as I'd had some sleep and he barked 'don't patronise me'. So I took another approach. I asked when the baby had last been fed and suggested that if he didn't settle I would take him and feed him. Then DH softened and said ok, and admitted the baby had been fine in the night but it was he, DH, who hadn't been able to sleep as he had felt so anxious. I asked him about what and he said, 'oh everything. Just racing thoughts, busy brain'. It sounds so familiar, doesn't it?
I think he is in a stressed out state but unlike me absolutely will not admit it or get help. I tentatively asked him last night if he thought he too might be a bit depressed right now and he said no, he feels overwhelmed by responsibility and the urge to run away but that he thinks that is a very common and typical male response, nothing out of the ordinary at this time. He may well be right but I am still worried. More worries...
I am also realising that a great deal of my anxiety is stemming from the reactions of DH. When he has tender moments with the baby, I smile, I laugh, I unwind. When I see him handling him roughly, when he swears and paces about and laments that the baby is being 'a pain in the arse' the little knots in my stomach tighten, the sweat breaks out, the crushing feeling in my chest comes back.
I have all those feelings, so I'm not suggesting DH shouldn't. I just wonder how bad news it is that we are BOTH feeling this way. And that he will categorically not do anything about it except internalise.
I have no doubt if one of us was more optimistic at this stage it would help enormously. Can I ask whether anyone else felt their partner was in the depths at the same time they were, and if so did you BOTH get through and come out the other side? I am desperate for the baby to get to the stage where he smiles, reacts, as much for DH now as for me. Does any of this regarding DH sound in any way 'normal'? I'm going to talk it all through with the psych today (so glad I am seeing him). I just want to make it all better. The reality is the baby is here, is not going anywhere, so we have to make the three of us work. I'm even thinking what a relief it will be to go to stay in mother/baby residential unit so that DH gets a break from us. Oh I'm so frightened for the future for the three of us and what it might bring. Collapse from DH? Divorce? Lifelong regret about the baby? My mum had a terrible relationship with her mother, and admitted to DH the other day her mother had yelled at her 'I wish you'd never been born'. That turned my stomach. What if that is me? What if this turns out to be so devastating to me, us, our relationship, that I forever blame the baby and end up feeling and saying something as terrible as that? I know what the psych would say: that I am letting negative feelings spiral out of control and that I need to take it one day, one hour at a time. But this is what's going on in my head.
If anyone ever had anything vaguely similar going through their mind at this time, and it turned out ok, please, please tell me. Your reassurances are helping more than you can ever know.