What is someone meant to do in the situation?
Longingly waited after years of trying for our firstborn, 2 years ago. They had CMPA and soy allergy we didn’t pick up until 8m old so there was A LOT of crying and 8-10 wake ups every night for 4 months with us frantically trying to establish what to do.
As we started weaning of ebf to bf and food we immediately caught pregnant again, knowing we both saw two in our future we decided not to terminate and to continue with the pregnancy which was in fact an accident after not having an easy ride the first time.
By the time we sorted the food and sleep issues from the first, at around their first birthday, my body began to show the pain of what I’d put it though so I could barely walk for the last 3 months of pregnancy, anaemic, weak pelvic floor etc..
Second arrived and didn’t stop screaming, for 2months solid (there was nothing we/HV/GP/family could do to stop it, after 2 months it just stopped but he’s been very intense and sensitive ever since. E’g’ if you brush his skin as you walk past, gently but obviously making contact he screams and cries and goes blue, it’s like as if it’s a really dramatic event. Anytime he coughs it’ll turn into a spew, any time he cries it’ll turn into a spew.
He still wakes up every night.
Last night as an example:
Down at 7
Up at 8 settled with dummy
Up at 9 settled with dummy
Up at 12 would only settle after 9o
Up at 4 had 8pm and still Ho screaming.
So I slept 10:30-12 1-4 and this isn’t unusual.
I work ft so does dad.
2days with gps 2 days in nursery rest with me.
He is 9 months old, this isn’t a tiny baby we’re talking about.
Anyway, point of my post: I just cannot face dealing with it anymore. I just leave him crying h til dad wakes up and deals with it because ive literally lost all energy for them but mostly the baby. I can see them asking for dad more and more as I’m obviously pulling away. I hate our life, there doesn’t seem to be a way out though other than just powering through. We had a night off the other week and both loved it, didn’t want to pick them up, both said how much we loved having some autonomy. How we regret the life we have created.
We give them a good life, lots of activities, painted on smile, good food, lots of family involvement.
I’ve reached the limit of how many times I can be shouted at at 5:30am by a toddler ‘stairs’ ‘food’ ‘drink’ whilst screaming until I/one of us do it.
I’ve reached the limit of how many times I can be screamed at by our second. I just lock up.
There have been three nights in the last 2 years that we have slept for 8 solid hours. I wake up and my whole body aches.
Don’t bother replying something totally useless if it’s going to be ‘why did you have them’ or ‘what did you expect’