I can't turn my brain off! I keep obsessing and obsessing about the same thing: my daughters inability to latch on properly at the breast, and her potential allergy to cows milk formula which I'm really scared about. It feels like every moment of my waking life is permeated by worrying about these two things. What if she can't get enough milk (very real possibility, not just in my head) what if she has an allergy to cows milk formula like her older sister (very real possibility and starting to manifest albeit very subtly). The problem is, I don't know how to stop thinking about these two things. That's all I think about. I can't go outside as I'm trying to express milk so she had enough, I can't get enough milk for her so I have to give her this bloody formula, but I can't seem to think about anything else. I don't even want to see my friends, I'm too tired to even talk half the time, my older daughter keeps asking me why im sad and I don't know what to say to her. When I look at my little baby and Think of her getting ill, it just fills me with dread and guilt. I feel like every bottle is poisoning her just a little bit more, and don't know how to act. The other night she got so blocked up she could hardly breathe and I had to prop her up, but is this normal? Does this happen to all babies? On top of this, the constant worrying and obsessing sometimes drives me completely bonkers when combined with lack of sleep. Because of her poor attachment at the breast, she feeds all night. I would say I have about two or three hours sleep on average. My partner wants a full nights sleep, and says I can sleep after 5 o'clock when he finishes work. More often than not, he brings the baby into me she won't settle so I can feed her. She really doesn't get very much from me (I can tell this from the nappies or lack of them, but I know she derives a lot of comfort from sucking on my nipples. But sometimes I just feel so trapped and about a week ago I considered ending my life. I just don't know how much more that I can endure. Is this postnatal depression or is this just pressure? I don't know how to feel, I don't know what to do, and I don't know where to get help or even if I need help.