Sigh
This is my first post. All I ever wanted was to be a mum. I left my job as soon as I found out I was pregnant to focus on a healthy pregnancy. My newborn stage was a dream. He was an angel from the hour he was born. Since about month 5 I’ve been struggling. I feel like he hates me. I am at home all day so I do 90% of his care while my other half is a work. But he cries when I try to feed him, bath him, play with him… everything. If he’s not crying he’s struggling to get away from me. He won’t look at me. He nips me and bites me. I’ve been trying to teach him how to wave and clap and he just cries and punches me and kicks me. But my OH and mum are trying to teach him and playing and giggling and hugging. I’m just sitting in floods of tears right now because I just tried to brush his hair after a bath and he wouldn’t let me. He just arches his back and tries to get away. The simplest bonding activity and he won’t let. Just me. I hate seeing my friends on social media with their babies in their arms or people out and about with babies in slings - when I put my Son in a sling he arches his back to try to climb out. And multiple times a day I just have to dump him in his play pen and walk out of the room because I can’t take fighting anymore and if I don’t wanly away I feel like I’ll be rough back. I’m not depressed, I don’t have PPD or PPA I am just struggling with feeling like my baby loves everyone but me. When I leave him with my mum for the night or even a few hours I’m so excited to see him and pick him up and he barely looks up from what he’s doing. Anyone else he puts his arm up to be lifted and starts stroking their face. I get a glance if I’m lucky. It just breaks my heart. I know I shouldn’t have expectations about what a baby will be like but at the very least I thought he would love me. It’s so hard cooking meals that get thrown on the floor (he also won’t eat solids), waking up 3 times a night to feed someone, have given up my career and social life and financial freedom for someone who hates me and makes me feel like “why did I do this?” I had the intention of staying at home with him until he was school age but I am taking a course now to get working again because the feeling is becoming mutual and I am resenting him. I’m really not a bad person, I wanted to dedicate my life to being a mum, I had so much love to give but I can’t keep giving love to someone who hates me. I don’t know what to do.