Hi all.
I don't want to type this as it makes it real, but, I am currently hating my existence. Dramatic but true. My beautiful boy was born in autumn 2019. I love him very much, that has never been an issue.
In the last month, I have started to seriously struggle with being a mother, mat leave and just life. Before the trolls get keyboard happy, I know I am lucky in many ways, and I have felt guilt for feeling this way.
Yesterday I lay in bed crying because I missed my old life so much (DS was with husband after work). My husband and I always had a wonderful relationship but it has changed post baby. We feel distant and snipe at each other. We try weekly meetings where we listen to each other without judgement. I just miss things the way they were. I knew life would change with a baby, but I was naive as to how much.
I miss freedom and not constant child care. I miss waking up and not staring at the ceiling, dreading the day. My boy was 6 months when lock down started, and we were both really enjoying groups. I am in a local lock down area, so things are still restricted. I am sick of waking up every day not knowing where to take him, wanted to show him the world and for him to meet other babies but having zero options.
I have lost my zest for life, am irritable, snappy and feel like I have nothing left to give. Each day I get up, exist, and go to bed. I have spoken to a professional and was screened for PND but didn't score highly. I am just so sick of feeling "meh". I look around the house at the mess and think I can sort it out, but our DS is demanding and wants attention or to be held. These days I try and let him play a little on his own, but it doesn't last long.
The past two days I have really struggled. My beautiful boy is looking at me to entertain him with his beautiful eyes, and I don't have it in me. I just want to sit and cuddle with him, he wants to play. I don't blame him, but I am struggling with it - it is boring and I am struggling to force myself to do it anymore. If things were open, we would have gone to a class or group so he would have had fun and i could have, if I wanted to, just sat there.
I am sick of trudging through every day. I love my son very much, but I didn't sign up to being a mother when society is shut down, not functioning and there are no outlets where someone else can entertain the baby for a while.
I am writing to this to ask (whilst I appreciate any replies will be anecdotal) PLEASE tell me if you felt like this, if it gets better, how and when you started to feel better. PLEASE tell me it won't always be the long, boring days. PLEASE tell me I will feel like a person who matters again (rationally I know I can control much of this stuff, but I feel too far gone at the moment).
I feel better for having a moan, so thank you to anyone who reads this. I have friends and I am honest with some, but not many. We don't have GP help, but we do use a sitter sometimes.