I was diagnosed with PND 3 or 4 weeks ago. Started taking 20mg citalopram, with a gap of almost a week last week due to a prescription mixup. I have taken a weeks worth since, but I don't feel much better yet. I haven't been having wild moodswings but I still feel despairing and stressed out and on the verge of tears.
We went and got a new kitten last night and I'm worried I've done the wrong thing by getting him right now. I've had cats before, and he's gorgeous but he kept us up all night leaping on the bed and woke my baby from his nap. He's peed in the pushchair and thrown up on the sofa and there were loads of worms in the sick, and because he's got worms whenever we eat anything he climbs up your body and tries to snatch it out of your mouth.
I know the worms are temporary and aren't his fault (going to get some worm treatment in a bit) and the rest of it is all part of being a kitten, but I feel like crying and hope to god it's just teething problems and I haven't made a big mistake.
I missed our old cat who was laid back, self sufficient and no trouble at all, but this teeny mental bundle is nothing like him and I didn't realise he'd be so much more work at a time when I'm barely coping.
Plus ds has pulled the childlocks off the oven and fridge so earlier I had to fish the cat and the baby out of the fridge and mop up spilt milk and wash hands and paws. And that was in the split second it took me to take the nappy to the bin. Aargh.
The house is a mess and I'm running out of space and feel claustrophobic. There seems no way to make this better and I feel like such a fucking failure. No-one's around to talk to at the moment. I seem to make mistake after mistake lately.