I don't really know where to start with this and don't want to give you a long, garbled, confusing history, so will attempt to keep it to relevant facts. Apologies if I miss something important. I've also name changed as I'm posting some identifying information and I have lots of family and friends lurking around MN
I've had a history of depression for many years now, and have buried my head in the sand and pretended everything was fine but it all came to a head when DD2 was born. I didn't like her and I thought she hated me. She was finally diagnosed with reflux, colic and a milk intolerance, DD1 was just 14 months and I was still going through the same issues with her. DD2 was in constant pain and hated being put down, birth injuries meant that I couldn't just put her in a sling so was carrying her around all day or would be pinned to the sofa cuddling her
Then when she was 4 months old I had a seizure. I wasn't allowed to drive and because of where we lived, was completely cut off from everything and everyone. We didnt even have a corner shop, post office or park I could walk to, we were literally in the middle of nowhere with horses, cows and sheep for neighbours. I was thrown into a deep dark depression, however it was during this time I finally got help. DD2 is now 2.3 and with the help of therapy I'm doing so much better and am in a much better place.
4 weeks ago I gave birth to DS1, he is an amazingly good little boy who is completely different from his sisters! he feeds really well, sleeps really well, I can put him down easily and there is no signs of the colic, reflux or the intolerances that both his sisters suffered with.
After I gave birth to him I was left alone in the delivery room with him. I got him dressed and just watched him for a good 10 minutes, I was flled with complete love for him and was amazed at this little boy who had just been in my tummy. the the guilt hit me for the first time. Suddenly I was thrown back to just after DD2 was born, I was remembering the dark room, how unhappy and confused I was after her traumatic birth and how difficult I found it all. How I didnt want to hold her or look at her after the birth, I just wanted to leave her and go home.
Since then when I do little things with DS1 I am thrown back to a similar time with DD2 and the guilt is all encompassing and overwhelming. For example, shopping for clothes for him, I felt sad because I wanted to buy him all these really cute little outfits but the practical part of my brain took over and decided babygros were the way to go. Suddenly this memory came back and I was right back there. I remembered not wanting to get DD2 dressed, I kept her in babygrows because I wasn't interested in her clothes or what she was wearing, she was just an inconvenience to me.
Its little silly things like this, I know I was ill, very ill and now I'm better - or at least on the track to being better.
When these 'flashbacks' come (I'm not sure how else to describe them but it certainly feels like a flashback) I struggle to differentiate between how I felt about DD2 then and how I feel about her now. I often get annoyed at her or am quite short with her when she does something wrong when ordinarily I wouldn't be, it takes time for me to 'come back' I guess and I know this isn't fair on her.
How do I deal with the guilt, these flashbacks and move on from this horrible time?