I’ve been feeling really down for a few days and I need to get this out.
I have a dd who is almost 9 months old. She’s been a very difficult baby since birth, we were first told colic but now have a diagnosis of CMPA and I’ve cut dairy and there’s been an improvement. But she’s very very whiny. I should say she’s my fourth so its not like I don’t know what having a baby is like. I’ve been trying to just get on with things but I feel like I’ve hit a wall over Christmas and it’s all become too much. I cried at dh this morning as he left for work as I simply don’t want to have to be around dd all day. And god I hate that I feel that way.
It was a difficult pregnancy and tbh I think I expected to miscarry as I’d already had 3 miscarriages over the last few years. My mobility was wrecked by significant SPD which is still giving me problems. Had a lovely calm birth though. But not had a minute to catch my breath since.
Dd is very advanced, she was crawling at 4 months and has just started confidently walking, and everyone tells me I wouldn’t want a placid baby. But I really wouldn’t mind one if it meant I got a minute to myself! She’s just not ever satisfied, won’t sit and play. I’ve wondered if she also has reflux but getting anyone to help has been a nightmare. I’d desperately like to stop breastfeeding but even that seems insurmountable as we’d need special formula and the dietician was very pro breast feeding and made it clear the formula was Expensive for them to prescribe, and dd doesn’t willingly take a bottle either. She’s been biting me during feeds in the last few days which is making me feel even lower.
Dh is amazing and is totally besotted with her. He gets up with her in the mornings and has managed to get her into something of a bedtime routine, as until about 6 weeks ago we couldn’t put her down at all. And I mean at all. She still naps on me. And still wakes up every couple of hours at night so I’m getting no sleep. I think that’s the crux of it, the lack of sleep. I want to run away and just sleep. Be somewhere no one wants anything from me.
I had PND after my second child 10 years ago but this doesn’t feel the same. I was crippled with anxiety then and was on my own. I hate that I feel this way abut my own baby.