Hi all, I’m sorry that this has probably been posted multiple times already, but I’m really hoping someone could tell me their positive post natal depression stories?
I was diagnosed with PND+PPA by my GP, started my antidepressants 3 weeks ago and since then I have thankfully felt an improvement but I know there’s still a way to go.
I was really hoping for some success stories to convince me that things will continue to get better.
I had my DS 10 weeks ago, he’s absolutely gorgeous and a much wanted baby. He’s struggling with colic and (suspected) undiagnosed reflux which is making life very difficult right now and I’m scared things aren’t going to get better.
I always wanted to be a mum and have yearned for a child for years but I feel like I’d romanticised the idea in my mind and my new reality is just not enjoyable.
Honestly, I never expected this to be this hard and I’m struggling to adjust to this new life. It’s been so overwhelming and I don’t want to feel like this forever.
All I see is people around me who seem to be handling it much better than I am and it’s so sad that I’m wishing away the weeks until the golden ‘it gets better at blah blah stage’ happens.
I feel like I have bonded with DS and I do love him, but I just feel so uncomfortable with this new life we are living that I wish time would pass.
I dream of days playing with toy dinosaurs and family trips to the zoo, making dens in the front room and all the ‘firsts’ we can do together. Maybe I’m just not a baby person?
DH works long hours which means I’m alone with the baby for nearly 15 hours a day, 4/5 days a week, except for when my mum visits which is always nice to have the company. But in general all days feel the same, like I’m repeating the same day over and over.
I haven’t had a break away from my boy yet as I feel too guilty, though I desperately wish I could. I’m worried I wouldn’t truly miss him if I went but I’d come back from a sense of duty more than longing. Partner does take him for walks/ helps when he’s home, but secretly it never feels like enough.
My son smiles and babbles alot and really lights up when he spots me, which fills me with more joy than I could ever imagine. Sometimes only I can soothe him during his fussy hours and have the magic touch to get him to sleep, so I must be doing an okay job? All his needs are met and he is so cared for and loved.
I just feel so lost.
I don’t regret having him at all, but I’m desperate for pieces of my old life back. Every time I try to do something I enjoy, to work it into my new normal, it never works and I end up feeling worse.
I feel like I’ve made this permanent change to my life that I’m not truly enjoying and now I have to accept that this is my life now.
Does it really get better?