I hope some of the mums on here who have been through it all can offer some hope. I feel so guilty writing this.
I have the most beautiful 7mo DS. But I'm hating motherhood. Every day is an endless stream of crying and whinging, being bitten, scratched, having my hair ripped out. My career is impossible to revive. I'm fat, in pain, living with the trauma of a tough birth and breastfeeding experience.
But the worst part is, I can't complain. The PND support I've got has been amazing. My baby more or less sleeps through. We've finally stopped bfing and he loves his food. I even have a part time nanny for Christ's sake. There's nothing else anyone can do. But I feel I'm trying to fit a life into these tiny fragments of time. DP told me to do something I find fun, but I can't think of anything. I didn't used to be like this.
I love my son. I really do. But I hate being a mother. I know he's young, but I think he senses it, he always cries when he's with me but is good as gold with others.
People keep saying it gets better after the baby stage. Is that true? Will I ever feel like me again? Will I ever stop being an empty shell who just retreats every chance I get, counting down the hours until the nanny comes back? My brilliant boy deserves so much more.