I feel like there isn't enough to go round. Of course I love them both but the young one is 4 weeks old and takes most of my attention...I'm finding it really hard to cope with my older one, who is four and a human tornado.
It seems like I'm shouting at him or telling him 'No' every few minutes. It isn't fair and when I catch myself thinking that really I don't like him very much at the moment, I feel so useless and like a failed human being, let alone parent.
Maybe I just have nothing left to give...lack of sleep has me thinking I've left the baby somewhere else in the house, until I look down and realise he's on my breast.
I'm happy and I don't think I'm depressed, but so worried for DS1's self esteem.
I fell asleep the other night before DS1, to wake up a few minutes later, baby on the floor and DS1 saying he pushed him off the bed. I think I screamed till I realised it hadn't been my own negligence. well not directly, anyway...