I am mum to a four month old who on paper is the perfect baby apart from slightly disrupted sleep. But my god I find motherhood hard. The sheer relentless, 24 hour nature and no switching off. I've cried tears today yet I still have to carry on. I feel like I wish my time away for when he is older and I can sleep more, lie in bed and he is more independent. Some days I just want to walk out the door and not come back and give him to someone else.
I do all the right things, go to baby groups, regular support from partner, time to myself and visits from health visitors. But its not enough, I have no joy in my life and desperately want my old life back