Twelve days ago, I had an incredibly traumatic birth that resulted in an emergency c-section. After a few days at home in agony, I’m back in hospital. This is my fifth day here this time...I had to go back to theatre due to sepsis, which was my worst nightmare.
I’m very lucky in that I have the kindest, sweetest husband, who has basically become a single dad, as well as a full time carer to me. His bond with our son is incredible and I know our son is in the best hands possible.
But since the birth, all I can do is associate the baby with pain and fear and trauma. When I was at home and he cried, I didn’t have an instinct to go to him; I resented him because I knew that having to help him would just hurt.
Now that I’m back in hospital, my husband brings him to see me (he is formula feeding because everything that happened prevented me from BF). I am over the moon to see my husband, but less so to see my son. I feel like I don’t know him and I don’t miss him when he’s not here. All I can think of is my husband and the happy life we had before.
In hospital it has been mistake after mistake and now I am back to square one in terms of recovery. I cry for my old happiness and for the person I used to be.
I am so angry that this time as a family had been taken away from us. And that I have missed the window of opportunity to bond with my baby.
Now I just feel like some bleeding, wounded animal rotting in a hospital that has rejected its young. My baby is beautiful and healthy but I feel that I am not important to him or him to me.
Everyone in our NCT group is out doing fun family activities and I’m rotting in hospital, with a body that bleeds when I stand and no emotion for my baby. I have become a withering, crying shell of a person and I feel nauseous when I remember that I am a mother now.
Please believe me when I say I am not a cold person. I have so much love to give, I have just lost the ability to give it. I feel desperate, unattractive, detached, and like the most terrible person in the world.