Hi
My baby is approaching 3 months old and I'm starting to feel like I have made the biggest, irreversible mistake of my life by having a baby. I feel so much love for my him but there are times, that are becoming more and more often, where I genuinely hate my life. I initially coped really well with post partum life and knew that everything I was feeling during those first few weeks was completely normal. I enjoyed motherhood, the wake ups to feed felt like a blessing and I really thought that this was what I was meant to do.
However over the past two weeks I've started to spiral. My baby is feeding every 2 hours and I'm EFB, he has suspected CMPA so sometimes it takes 20-30 minutes to settle and then I'm drifting off when he wakes up again. I'm having to give up all diary products which is upsetting me but I do not want to give formula of any kind. I am the first of my friends to have a baby and starting to feel very alone as the only people I know who've had kids are my parents and that was 30+ years ago. People want to visit all the time to see my son and we have at least two visitors a weekday minimum. I'm tired of small talk and of people wanting to hold my baby who has become extra fussy when he isn't with me. I've become obsessed with having my house spotless when people come to visit and spend any given moment when my baby does sleep trying to clean things that people won't even see.
I'm resenting my husband who is the most amazing man on earth to me, because he can leave the house and go to work.
I feel I'm losing all my freedom. I feel like my friendships have changed and I miss my friends who will never get what I mean until they have their own babies. I've joined a mum group which starts next month but Im scared to make friends. I'm wondering at this stage if I'm experiencing some sort of post partum depression but I'm afraid to admit how I feel to anyone other than my husband who has told me that a lot of what I feel is normal... But is it?
Sometimes I can't be bothered to even speak to my baby and then I feel guilty that I'm not an all singing all dancing mum. Sometimes I visualise myself running away and not coming back.