I feel like an absolute monster and it upsets me so much to be writing this, but I deeply regret dc3 who is now 11 months. Of course I love her, and I know I am incredibly lucky to have a healthy baby (3 healthy children). I feel so stupid for putting myself in this situation and am berating myself every day. Obviously there is nothing that can be done now, so I'm trying to remind myself of the reasons for wanting a third. I wonder if anyone can relate/any stories of hope that it got better? Please no comments about what did I expect, I'm feeling bad enough. I don't think I have pnd, I just think it's the situation. Major sleep deprivation not helping. Dc3 is also very full on, so much for the third just slotting in!
A bit of background- I absolutely loved parenting dc1&2 who are 2 years apart. Obviously there were hard times but I never struggled mentally and I suppose a big reason for wanting a third so much was because they bring me so much joy. I wanted a third from when dc2 was 2 but knew it wasn't really logical so tried to ignore the urge. The longing never went away which meant I agonised over the decision for over 4 years! Dh and I spoke about it at length and in the end decided that we had the capacity for another and liked the idea of a slightly bigger family. I knew it was going to be hard, especially going back to the baby years after such a long gap (dc were 9 and 7 when dc3 came along) but I thought I'd regret not going for it. My main concern when deciding was the impact on dc1&2 but actually they absolutely adore dc3 and I do feel that she has enriched their lives massively. I didn't anticipate struggling so much myself. I think when people talk about having a third/big age gap it's mainly focused on the children and sibling relationships but not so much how the parents feel. I knew the baby years go so quickly so didn't think I would mind putting my life on hold a bit, I appreciated my freedom once dc1&2 were at school but actually loved the school holidays and never felt desperate for more freedom. I now miss my old life so much. I am desperate for time for myself but also with the older ones without the stress of a little one. A very wet half term hasn't helped. It's not helpful but everyday I find myself thinking if only I didn't have dc3 we would be doing x, y and z. I have reached out the the GP and have an appointment tomorrow but I wonder whether anyone can relate.