I can’t cope at the moment. LO is 8 months old, going through a hardcore sleep regression, then up at 5am and it seems like he’s non-stop into everything from the minute we’re up. I can’t leave his side until DP is home from work. My wrist, back and hips are hurting from all the lifting and carrying him. I’m exhausted.
For the past week I have felt completely burnt out and so tearful. A friend of mine said “I hate to tell you, but it gets harder from here” and that is ringing around my head constantly.
After having fertility treatment to have LO, we’d said we’d start trying for #2 when he was 18 months in case it took a long time again (I’m not old, but would be classed as “geriatric mum” by the time #2 is planned). But to be honest, I don’t know how I’d cope with another. I really don’t. I’m starting to wonder if I’m just not cut out for it.
I love my baby so so much. He’s so well looked after, but behind my smiley demeanour I am absolutely broken right now.
I don’t know what I want from this really. I just wanted to be able to vent anonymously, I guess. If anyone has any words of encouragement, or wants to share their experiences of being FTM or going from one to two that might be helpful?
Thanks for reading xx