I have a 3 week old gorgeous baby and 2 Ds's, aged 3 and 4...am so proud and totally in love with all of them! When I had the baby I had loads of cards, a few visitors, lots of congratulations and best wishes etc, it was lovely. DH went back to work over a week ago, he is out 7am until 7pm so I am doing everything on my own with regards to the children. Have had a really tough week, have been getting upset over silly things, have been alone all week (DS's go to pre-school, the school run takes me an hr by foot so am shattered..and all the boys have done all week is fight or wind me up, 3 of them demanding all the time. I can cope with them, I love being a Mum and I know I am the best Mum to the boys- but I feel after only a week things are taking their toll. My pre-pregnancy clothes hang off me, I am trying to eat enough because I am breastfeeding but don't have much appetite. I can't sleep because I am so wound up and stressed at bedtime...the worst thing is I feel completely alone and abandoned. I have loads of friends, only one of them has been in touch to see how I have been getting on. I cry because they are meeting up and getting on with their lives without me, I cry because none of them have asked me how I am doing on my own. My Dad left a bunch of flowers on my doorstep but hasn't phned or been round since I heard I had the baby. I took the baby to see my Mum when he was 2 days old but she hasn't called since. I did call her to tell her what he weighed at 2 wks and she told me all her woes and never asked how I was. Normally I listen to people and love helping people but I feel I have turned into a selfish monster, going over in my head 'Why aren't they bothered about MEMEMEMEMEMEME, when I have always helped them and listened and asked...
Last night DH stayed up playing his Playstation while I fed the baby. Then he was awake,wet and crying at 4am so I got up and then DS1 got up when I had fed the baby so I never went back to bed. DH got up at 9am and I felt really resentful that he had stayed up doing something he enjoys and I was up half the night and then sorting the kids out so early. I know, how horrible am I? I know there is no point him getting up too, but I can't shake these horrid thoughts away.
Everyone says how well I am doing...I am...the HV came round and said third time I should know what i am doing and just left, didn't even sit down.
Anyway, just having a bad week, getting things off my chest just makes me feel a bit better. Am sure it's a familiar story, new mums often feel neglected, just feel i ought to get it off my chest before i implode or smash up the kitchen, or even worse text my friends and tell them what rubbish friends i think they are being.