I’ve had an awful run of luck over the past three ish years. DH has been long term unemployed. Got a good job just before Covid hit and the offer was rescinded.
We also found out our first baby had a chromosomal and heart condition around the same time. Deciding whether to keep the baby was heart rending and caused a lot of strain with my family who wanted to terminate.
Now baby is here and doing well but I am constantly anxious about how he will turn out. At the same time I am traumatised by thoughts of the termination if we’d have done it (would have had to have gone through feticide and still birth as he was 26 weeks - hospital completely screwed up the scans and we only had an amnio at that point). We have very little money and are also in a one bedroom flat.
DH feels hopeless as he is not providing so I have to try and be chipper for him and for the baby but I just feel so drained and depressed. We also keep fighting a lot. I feel like I am living someone else’s life - like I took the wrong path somewhere and ended up in a different dimension. I know that sounds mad and self indulgent and that shit has to happen to someone so why not me.
Friend from school has just had a baby and sent a message to the group chat saying ‘baby passed all health checks and i am headed home in half an hour’! Made me cry as it mirrored my announcement from a few months ago in a horrible twisted way - basically ‘baby has a lifetime illness and will be in the NiCU for a long time’
I feel like I am only now processing all the trauma of the past few months but it’s not even over. I don’t want to go on anti depressants - I have before but this is circumstance, not a chemical imbalance in my brain. There just seems to be no end in sight. Sometimes I think of ending it but obviously I can’t with a baby and a family that loves me.