I feel like I'm failing completely as a parent.
I take my 10 month old baby to classes x3 weekly. I'm always trying to arrange days out with friends with babies but it's hard because no one is interested, they have their family together to go out with. Occasionally I can go out with friends and we do nice stuff.
I'm a single mum with no help from anyone. I have no family except my mum and she is poorly so she can't do anything to help. Fathers side of mine and my baby's family are not involved. I did have a partner who was trying to get too involved and got nasty in the end so it hasn't worked out. I can't help but feel if I'd have let him in more then I'd have had a nice family. But I don't trust anyone with my baby. It all stems from anxiety from a traumatic experience where I almost died when pregnant.
My baby cries. All. Day. I can't get stuff in the house done. So every single day my house is a bomb site until he goes to bed between 7-8. By this time i am knackered. So I do his washing, clean his stuff and sit down, well, collapse and then just need my bed. And I don't get time to eat or do anything for myself as I just need sleep. My washing builds up and occasionally I have a splurge of being really productive and get lots done. But I'm so out of energy. my day consists of getting him up and feeding him. I get a bath. Then I either go out with him or if I stay in I do bits around the house as he screams the house down because I'm not entertaining him. I feel so so guilty. So sometimes I skip my housework and play with him. Then comes dinner. Some days I manage to do mashed potato or eggs or bits of veg fresh etc. But usually he screams the whole time I make it and I just feel so under pressure. But other days i feed him from jars. When I'm out I don't really have an option but to feed him jars atm. But when I'm at home I feel so so guilty to feed him from a jar.
I think the main thing I feel guilty for is the fact that I feel I aren't feeding him good meals. I do food shops every other day and get stuff and have a meal plan but it all goes to pot. When I've tried to cook I just fail. I burn it or it just doesn't go right and I feel like I trust the jars more than my own cooking. I get paranoid introducing all the new foods due to choking etc. I just feel I'm keeping him behind on development with food. I feel so useless. Everyone tells me I do great. I tried to start my own business because I'm nervous about going back to work but that's just been a flop. So basically I'm a crap mum, skint and have no life. And not far off going back to work where I'm paranoid about leaving my baby with a childminder. Plus it's just going to be costly. I think I will end up on the sick at this rare. I aren't complaining that I don't have a life. I don't care about me. I will be happy if I'm doing right by him. But what do I do about this food situation? Oh and I did used to prepare and freeze food on an evening but sometimes I'd look at it the next day and think that looks gross, I aren't feeding him that or just panic that it wasn't fresh enough. Some days though he ate it. I did used to get a bit more help from my mum during this period so found it easier to batch cook. But it's short lived when she is well enough to help.
I don't know what to do to be a better mum. I'm just panicking that he won't have all the nutrients he needs and I'm failing him and will be jar feeding him when he's 18 haha.
Sorry for the rant.
Deep down I know I'm not a rubbish mum. He goes out and he has everything he needs and more and my focus is solely on him and I know he will feel happy and loved but then I worry if I don't find time to be myself every now and again and feel like I'm failing with weaning etc that I'll crumble.
Sometimes I do think how much better id feel if I could just have a couple of hours to myself but then I feel guilty for even feeling like I just need some time to myself to recharge but I really do. I just feel if I could have a days break or a days sleep then I could just start again. I feel like I'm in a vicious cycle of being the biggest loser mum ever.