Oh this is so hard to write. I don't even know where to begin. I suppose I'll begin at the beginning..
I didn't want a baby. I have a history of depression and anxiety, I also have emetophobia which I knew would (and has!) make parenting a difficult prospect. I just didn't see it. I got pregnant with ds because I met my dh and I thought he would make a wonderful father, and he is a wonderful father. However I have found being a mother even harder than I ever thought I would.
My ds is 2.1yo. He is the most wonderful, intelligent, sweet and amazing little boy in the world to me. I honestly do love him more than anything.
I found it tough from the beginning though. I struggled to bf, ds was colicky and screamed all the time. I spent most of the first 6 months of his life in a sobbing heap on the floor. I just couldn't do it, whatever it was that makes for a happy mum and baby. I wished I hadn't had him, back then. It was a terrible time.
When ds was 12mo we lost our flat. The LL put the rent up and we couldn't afford it. We decided to move in with my dad and my elderly nan ( he lives with her to care for her, they had 2 spare rooms ) he wasn't going to charge us hardly anything to live there, it seemed a perfect solution, but it has proved to be the start of my nightmares.
Right from the beginning, my nan and dad took over. They would feed him biscuits when I said no, let the dog lick his toys, they would cuddle him and say 'naughty mummy' when I tried to gently discipline him when he had been naughty. Consequently he is never told no. They hogged him, he began to run to them instead of me. My dad more than once called him his son, instead of grandson. Slip of the tongue he said. I began to feel redundant.
As the months have gone past.. I realised I have retreated more and more from my ds. From being his mummy. I don't make any decisions about him. I dont parent him. I've forgotten how. He doesnt run to me. He runs to them, or dh. I feel like I may as well not exist. I can't stand them around me so I spend a lot of time either at work or upstairs away from them. Away from ds.
We've got a flat now. We move out in about a month, its going to be just me, dh and ds again. I really can't wait but I am so scared. I feel like I am going to have to learn how to be a parent all over again. I feel that the thread that once bound me and ds so strongly is so weak now. I feel so awful about it. I so, so want to have a strong bond with my son.
Why have I let this happen to us? How can I fix this? I'm so worried about the future for us. Thanks for reading I'm sorry it was so long!