I feel in real danger of sliding right back to where I started.
Last night was a really bad night with the baby - I should have kept my big mouth shut about him starting to settle better. I was up and down to him all night, and got hardly any sleep. It was a relief when daylight broke and I knew I'd have some company soon.
We'd promised mum and dad we'd re-do the disastrous birthday lunch, which was exactly one month ago, when I had a total meltdown. I was so scared we were about to have a repeat performance: I was as tired today as I was that day a month ago; my head felt fuzzy and stuffed full, and I was disoriented. I could feel the tension building up in me again. My head started to fill with negative thoughts: I can't do this. I don't want to be here. He's going to scream. He won't sleep and that will mean he has another terrible night.
I could just feel the blackness was right behind me, hovering. It still is. I am so scared of crashing again. It feels too soon to be dealing with a big upheaval (mum and dad leaving). I have been emotional all day, and now I can't stop the tears. Mum cried when she had to say goodbye to the baby (they leave really early in the morning). That made me cry. I don't want to deny them their grandson, and I don't want him to not know them. I feel so guilty. Then he wouldn't settle, probably because he was picking up on my tension. He cried and cried this evening. That hasn't happened recently. In turn, I started to feel frustrated, impatient, overwhelmed. Afraid of him - back to where I was. And that lead to more panic. It's a spiral of negativity and I am whipping it up and making it so much worse for myself. DH is getting frustrated with me - we started to argue today. Again, a move backwards.
I am praying the baby settles after his feeds through the night. My confidence is so low, so easily shattered right now. If I have another really bad night with him, like last night, I will see it as a pattern, that it's my fault because I'm losing it again.
As I write this I know what I am saying is probably not logical. But that's what happens with PND. You don't think logically. Everything is a negative, a potential problem, something to get stressed about. Everything minor issue is exaggerated into a major problem. I can't focus on the positives, the good days. All I can see is when things are bad and that they are likely to get worse.
What exactly am I so afraid of? I don't know. I wish I did. All I know is that I am afraid of being alone tomorrow with him. I'm afraid it will come off the back of a bad night, so that I will start an emotional day exhausted and even less able to think rationally. I'm afraid I'll very quickly feel overwhelmed again, and that I'll sink back into the worst, most frightening blackness I experienced a few weeks ago. And I'm really scared that thinking like this will ensure it happens - a self fulfilling prophecy.
Forget day by day - I need to take this hour by hour. I have to go right back to the basics, remembering to breathe, focusing on staying calm. When I think of saying goodbye to mum and dad in the early hours I choke up, feel desperate, like begging them to stay - or to take me with them. Again, I'm reverting back to the helpless child I was when they arrived five weeks ago.
I need to get through tomorrow. This is so pathetic, I am being pathetic, what the hell is wrong with me - I am (normally) a capable grown up, and listen to me - I hate myself for being like this. I need to sit on the panic, tell myself I can do it, I can cope without them.
I have the final mothers' group meeting in the afternoon. I don't want to go right now, but I will make myself as it will be a welcome distraction. I don't know if I will mention that my parents will have left that morning. I'm only just getting to know a few of them and I will probably start to cry - nothing wrong with that, perhaps, except I don't want to do it. (Control freak again.)
The next day, I've made sure I've got my contact at Parent Support coming to the house, and a friend is coming to be with me, too. On Thursday I am going for half a day to the day care centre I went to before - they booked me and the baby in anticipating I might find this week hard. That only leaves Friday, and then it's the weekend and DH will be around.
But the hardest day will be tomorrow. That moment when DH leaves to take my parents to the airport will be the worst. I'll know, as I watch the car go, that my time for being the needy child, my time for being mothered, is over. I'll have to turn back round and walk into the empty house, knowing that for the first time in weeks I will be alone with the baby and no matter how tough it gets, from that moment on it's going to be down to me. I thought I was making progress (maybe I was) but I don't feel ready for this at all.
What the hell is wrong with me?