Haven't ever admitted this. I'm tortured by the thoughts of how I was when I had PND after the birth of my second DD (two year age gap). Two things haunt me 1) when DD1 was being noisy one evening at bedtime after I'd just got DD1 to sleep. I shouted at her and dragged her along the landing by her arm
. She was so scared of me. Luckily their dad was there at the time and calmed the situation. And 2) I'd stupidly thought I could manage without a double buggy or boogie board so one morning I was pushing the buggy to a baby/toddler group and DD1 was dawdling. She was actually being magical and marvelling at dandelions but I was rushing and wanted to just get to where we were going. I shouted at her again and pulled her along with me. How I wish I could have a magical, mindful walk with her now that she's older and into different things.
I can rationalise that I was ill, sleep deprived, had been practically abandoned by my husband at the time and I take responsibility for my actions but I just can't shed this guilt; I know I'll carry it for the rest of my life. And I torture myself that I've planted a seed that that kind of behaviour is acceptable or that she's not important. I don't know if she remembers.
Can anyone relate to this?