I know hate is a strong word. I consider myself to be maternal and I adore my boys. However, my baby is 9 months now and it’s hell. It was the same with my first son (now 4), exactly the same, last time it nearly broke me. With my first at some point everything let up, I even remember enjoying the terrible twos.
Hes not yet mobile but is desperate to be. He wants cuddles, then as soon as I pick him
up he wants to wiggle off. When I carry him he scratches me. He scratches me all the time. He’s the height and weight of a 2 year old. I’m in so much pain carrying him about. Like I say, not yet mobile. My first son crawled around 10 months I think. Then it’s the incessant moaning and no pay off… I can’t seem to make him happy. Fine if he communicates, we figure it out, yay I did something. But no. Never totally happy. But rarely totally sad either. Just constant demanding something or anything. He seems to be permenantly teething, so I don’t even feel like I can reassure myself that “it’s just a bad teething week”. He used to play independently beautifully and I was encouraging of that. Now he gets very quickly bored.
Help? Solidarity?
I am starting to dread and resent parenting again and will spend hours trying to escape mentally after a long day of it. I want to feel less dreadful.