I know it's stupidly late in the day to start a new thread, but thinking about it so thought I'd strike while the iron is hot, as they say!
A little back story: immobile for second half of pregnancy, horrific and traumatic birth for both me and DS, post-partem infection, DS needed cranial osteopathy (although no-one told us this till he was 8 weeks, so had 8 weeks non-stop screaming).
This was all over 3 years ago now, but I've always felt useless as a mother. Before I got pregnant, and even during my pregnancy, I was convinced that I was broody/maternal/a mother-in-waiting. After his birth, I just was angry ALL the time. Angry for the hell I went through, angry because my poor little DS had such a terribly entry into the world, and even angry with really good friends who had comparatively easy births - I couldn't even feel happy for them because I was so jealous.
Obviously as time has gone on, I've started to regain some control. I still have no plans for another child as I think I'm too rubbish just with one, and I'm convinced that I wouldn't be able to cope with another. If I@m honest, I frequently feel like I'm barely coping just with one.
Don't get me wrong - my DS is wonderful, charming, funny, and smart, and he makes me laugh. I try every day to appreciate him, kiss him, hug him and show him how much I love him, because he really is the most incredible thing I've ever done.
However, he's also incredibly demanding, relentless, willfull and stubborn, though, and to this day I find myself often on the verge of tears where I just can't even look at him because he's made me so cross. Or I have days where I'm just so exhausted emotionally by him that I just withdraw and plonk him down in front of the TV.
Sometimes, and this makes me SO
and
, I have been so furious with him that I've thought (for a split second, and only in my head) that my life would be so much better if I'd never gotten pregnant. And as soon as that thought even enters my head, I just weep and feel so dreadful and incompetent and inferior.
Why is it so hard? Have I made it hard? Am I right when I say that I'm probably just a really crap mother? It was only the other day when some mums in a parents group I go to were talking about PND that it suddenly hit me - is that what happened to me? If so, how did I not know? How did nobody else notice?
I don't know much about it so would appreciate any feedback on here. I just need someone to tell me that I'm not a total freak... 