My baby is 10 1/2 weeks old.
He isn’t a generally fussy baby. He falls asleep easy, has a routine to some sort of degree, has a 3 hour nap in the afternoon etc
But I am not enjoying it at all.
I don’t care for his smiles or his cooing... I do love him to bits and wouldn’t want anything to happen to him but I just find this whole new life relentless.
I am continuously strolling the internet reading forums wanting to know when it got better for people or when they started to enjoy it to make myself feel better...but I feel better for like 5 minutes.
I’m bored. I miss my old life. I miss my old routine.
I’m sick of him waking himself up during the night because he farts a lot or has done a poo. It’s not his fault but I just want him to sleep. I just want to sleep. I love my sleep and miss being able to sleep uninterrupted.
I don’t think I have PND because I don’t know how anti depressants will make me start enjoying being sleep deprived or my day to day routine?
The annoying thing is I’ve been staying with my parents since he was born and I’m moving out at the weekend due to house renovations so I’ve had so much help so why do I still hate it?
I feel so lonely even though I have my parents around me, my brothers and my husband.
My husband even gives me a day off a week where I sleep in the spare room.
But why do I not enjoy it? Why doesn’t my babies smile and cooing make my heart melt? Why do I feel like doing nothing with him and just counting down the time when he next naps?
Why does it apparently get better at 12 weeks? What changes at 12 weeks?
I want to be a good parent but I also don’t want to be be a parent to baby? But I love him so much. It’s so hard to explain 