Thanks MannyMoe, you are absolutely right in my view; we simply weren't meant to do this in isolation. The further I wobble along the bumpy track that is motherhood, the more I am convinced that by far the biggest issue for me, and the one that has chiefly given rise to my downfall, is being so lonely and isolated here. I am currently trying to wean bub off dummy as it's becoming more and more of a problem at night, and I am typing to try and distract myself from the awful, pathetic wails drifting down the hall. Needless to say it's another long day on my own and if I had someone here for moral support it would probably be easier to bear the crying.
Meandmyjoe, you made me smile: 'I now know I was meant to be a mother but ds just wasn't the sort of baby I planned on having' - what a great way to put it!
20 mins later well I feel like a shit mother on all counts now: i've caved in and given the poor mite his dummy as I couldn't bear the wracking sobs any longer. Since I've started doing this he's gone from a baby who would contentedly snuggle into his cot and go to sleep (admittedly with the dummy) to a baby who screams the minute he's put into it. So I seem to have made one problem into two. And I've also failed at settling him without the dummy. Confidence-crumbling stuff.
You know when you just have down days, where it all feels like it goes wrong? There have been so many tiny little things that have added up to a giant weight around me again; a friend who I wanted to go and see the Sex and the City movie with has already seen it with a group of her own friends (and it's not the kind of film i'd be sad enough to go and sit through on my own - you're meant to go with all your buddies and have a girlie night); a couple of girls from mothers group haven't returned my calls to meet for coffee; the horrid next door neighbours have hit us with more plans to try and squash two massive houses onto one small block of land and turn it into a huge building site for ages - we've gone through this process so many times with them since we've lived here and now, yet again, we have to go to a meeting at the council and argue our case. I'm trying to drum up some freelance work now the baby is a bit more settled (hah!) and nobody is getting back to me about that... oh it's just one of those days where I feel like a total and utter loser, and when I return to England it will be in the frame of mind that I failed over here. And I'm now dreading tonight after having mucked up the baby's day time by trying to take the dummy off him. Oh and add to that colossal moan the fact that DH is now saying stuff like there is nothing for him back in England and he is miserable in every area of his life due to the prospect of having to turn our lives upside down (literally) in order to go home... guilt, guilt... I'm painting such a happy little picture of life, aren't I? I know, logically, it's just a bad day. And it will pass. But knowing that doesn't make me feel any better right now.
The sour little irony of all this is that if I had been reading this self-pitying missive just a year or so ago I would have been thinking: 'you lucky cow, you've got a baby and that's all I wanted and all you can do is moan'. And then I feel utterly ashamed of myself for feeling like this. What have I got to moan about, really? Healthy baby, supportive (if fed up) DH, nice home, lovely area... Why can't I be happy here, when on the face of it I do have everything I ever wanted?
Ok, back to the dummy. Am I just setting myself up for a fall by trying to get rid of it and making the baby scream like that? Am I expecting too much too soon of a 4.5 month old? (He's not sleeping through the night and I feel I've failed because of that, too.) Am I just putting too much pressure on him to be the perfect baby, if they exist? Time to be brutally honest with me, dear girls.
Back to the psych on Monday. Maybe I should just print off this page (or the whole damn thread) and be done with it.
Once again, thank god for my mumsnet lifeline...