I’m so tired of being a mother. DS is 8 months and has never slept. He will only nap on me and only sleeps in my bed at night. Attempting to put him in his cot just results in screaming. He isn’t achieving milestones - he can’t sit independently and vomits if I feed him any food that isn’t virtually liquid. Most of the time he screams if I try to put him down.
I’m the sole carer because DP works long hours and grandparents are too elderly to do anything except hold the baby for a while. If I ask DP to look after the baby he gets angry. Even if he does take the baby he makes me feel bad about it and I’m not allowed to rest because he repeatedly asks for help. I’m constantly exhausted to the point where I can’t actually parent. I don’t have the strength to play with my baby or take him out in the pram. I put him in his playpen and just sit there staring at him, trying to force my eyes to stay open.
This afternoon my DM held the baby while I popped to the Post Office. I hadn’t been washed or brushed my hair because as usual I was too exhausted. My clothes were random and mismatched, whatever still fits and was reasonably clean. I shuffled along, jaw hanging slackly, shoulders drooping, dark circles under my eyes. A lady in the queue behind me nudged her son and said “that’s why you shouldn’t do drugs or you’ll end up like that”.
I used to be pretty. I had hobbies. I had a job that I can’t afford to go back to. There is literally no joy in my life any more, it’s just a constant fight to stay awake.