I would have given my right arm for a night nanny when ds was born
For context,he was number 3 baby,I hadn't known i was pregnant (found out on the Monday and had him on the Saturday) and had the most soul crushing pnd
He was a velcro baby and didnt sleep at all (as an adult,he often goes 48 hours on no sleep,will maybe get 4/5 hours and start again)
If he was laid on me,he wouldn't scream but if I laid him next to me,he'd howl and howl until I picked him up again
I couldn't even go for a wee in peace
I was so ill,2 other small dc,single parent and zero support
My mother was as much use as a chocolate fireguard and the rest of my family didnt give a fuck-'your baby,your problem' and 'women do this,they are so weak'
I remember her telling me that the reason he didnt sleep was that I was 'doing it all wrong' but when I said to tell me where I was going wrong,all I got back was 'dunno'
It didnt help that my mother would speak to my doctor and tell her I was making it all up so the doctor refused to help me-at one point I told her I was going to go home and kill him so she told me to 'go home and make a cup of tea,that will make you feel better'
(It's hard to explain,shes a narcissist and goes to the doctors 4/5 times a week with her made up illnesses and discuss me at the end of the appointment,i was that ill she'd make me the appointments 'to help' but refuse to allow me to see a different doctor)
A nanny would have helped me get a few hours sleep as my brain would tell me to kill him to stop the unbearable buzzing in my brain and I lived in fear of doing it (i tried twice but thankfully didnt manage it-my mother told ds as an adult because 'its such a funny story') looking back a lack of sleep and pnd had sent me slowly insane and he was at massive risk from me
Thank god nobody told me about any drugs to knock him out as I might have done it (none pnd me is horrified at the thought)
I want to go back in time and give me a huge hug and give the support I didnt have