DS is 8 months old. Before I go into everything else I can’t stress enough he’s a very much a wanted baby by DH and I, and I love him more than words can say.
We didn’t have an easy start (I suppose most don’t really) but we struggled a lot when DS was born. He had multiple undiagnosed allergies such as cmpa and was a very unsettled newborn, he’d scream 24/7 and health professionals were beyond useless. I had midwives visiting me at home every day at one point as they thought I was just a neurotic first time mum who couldn’t handle a ‘crying baby’. I struggled a lot with PND. DH and my family are under the impression it was ‘just baby blues’ but I’m certain it was/is more. I’ve always been a very in control type of person, I don’t rely on others or ever ask for help, even if I need it. I really struggled with needing others to look after me when I felt as a mum I should just be able to get on with things, as so many others seem to do just fine!
I love my boy so much but lately I’m spending more and more time crying and feeling frustrated than I am actually enjoying my baby. DS is a very poor sleeper in the day (always has been) he’ll have a good nap in the morning but completelty refuses to nap in the afternoon. He’ll scream and scream and sometimes pass out for 30mins if I’m lucky but I wouldn’t say he’s getting a decent rest, more like crying himself to sleep and passing out with exhaustion. So come the afternoon/evening he’s beyond over tired and very difficult to please or settle.
I sat there last night with him in my arms screaming at me and I just felt like what’s the point anymore. I feel like such a shit mum and I’m finding things so, so hard right now.
DH tries to be supportive, but he doesn’t really get it... he works 2 jobs at the moment so the majority of childcare does come down to me. My mum’s good too but she’s also busy with work a lot of the time.. I don’t really have much of a friendship circle anymore either as I have no time to myself to even entertain the idea of a real social life. Separation anxiety isn’t helping things either. If I leave the room or someone else tries to hold DS and he can see me he kicks off big time.
I’m starting to worry if I don’t put this bloody baby down soon and have some me-time I’m going to go insane. I feel even worse for saying that.
Am I really awful for feeling like this? I was so desperate to be a mum and struggled to fall pregnant, I never expected to feel this low and find it so hard.
Thanks if you got this far. Don’t really know what I’m expecting from this.. I don’t feel like I can talk to anyone about this properly. I’m so lost.