My baby is 16 weeks old. She was a ridiculously unsettled newborn and if I’m honest, I found the first few months of her life nothing short of traumatic. I never once experienced the ‘newborn bubble’ people talk about. In reality, I wished each week away for when things might hopefully get easier and that I might enjoy the time spent together. I was constantly filled with anxiety about when she’d next start screaming (as she screamed with red faced, fists clenched, tears running rage as a default setting for the majority of her awake time), and a desperate sadness that I hadn’t had the supposed blissful newborn experience that all the other women around me spoke about and that I also really looked forward to during my pregnancy. Everyone just told me how much they loved their new baby… I just wondered what instruction manual mine had failed to read and wondered how I was managing to get the whole parenting thing so wrong.
Things have slowly (emphasis on slowly) been getting easier in some ways as the weeks pass. She no longer screams 24/7 like she did when a newborn. She still does scream, but it has decreased in frequency. Now I get more constant whinging/fussing/grizzling.
However, it just feels like I’ve replaced the screaming with a new ‘issue’. She now doesn’t sleep and so I spend my days & nights desperately trying to get her to sleep. She has every sleep prop going. I don’t even bother attempting self-settling and I’m not trying to get her to do independent naps in her cot etc., etc. I guess what I’m getting at is that I really don’t think I have unrealistic expectations of her sleeping 12 hour stretches having self-settled. I spend my days walking hours and hours on end with her in her pram so that she’ll nap as this is where she appears to be happiest, then overnight she is currently waking every 1-2 hours.
I just can’t get over the feelings of sheer boredom, frustration, monotony, exhaustion, etc., etc. I am drained in every way possible - emotionally but also physically from the lack of sleep and the 15,000+ steps I’m doing every day to get her sleeping. I often just sit and think I wish I hadn’t done this. I actually sit and think I wish I hadn’t had my baby. I know that is so awful to think and I am ashamed. I cry with guilt for feeling this way. I know she is a helpless baby and I know I chose to have her. But 4 months in and it’s still so hellish. When I spend time with other mums, their babies just don’t seem to be this relentless and demanding. I see other mums look at me and my baby and think ‘what the flying hell is wrong’. In fact, one mum even said to me during a baby class that she “had never heard her baby cry like that” whilst my baby was having yet another meltdown.
I just constantly feel like a failure and that I must not be meeting my baby’s needs, but I desperately try the whole time to do the ‘right thing’ and am always reading, researching, etc., to see what I can do to help improve things and to help her sleep better, to ‘entertain’ her with toys she might like, etc. I can’t emphasise how many things I’ve tried / bought to help make her happier.
I just miss having time with my husband that doesn’t involve listening to & dealing with a screaming & non-sleeping baby.
I don’t even know what I’m hoping to achieve from this post. I suppose some solidarity. I just feel like a terrible person and an even worse mother. :(