This morning I shouted at my 13 day old baby girl because she wasn't settling after I put her down for a nap. I told her to shut up. I don't think she heard me because I was in the sitting room and she was in her Moses basket in our bedroom but I feel terrible about it because she actually did then shut up.
Like I also feel terrible about calling her a pain in the a**e for waking up much earlier than expected this morning wanting a feed after an unsettled night, and losing patience with her when she was faffing around latching on to be fed after she woke. I called my innocent little baby stupid because she took a bit of time to work out where my nipple was and latch on, and I am in floods of tears typing all this because I feel like the most horrid mummy in the world.
I'm worrying about so many things - when to feed her, when I put her down after feeding how long she will sleep for, whether I am making enough milk for her, whether she is getting enough, why hasn't she pooed yet this morning when I usually find poo at every nappy change, how many times will she be up tonight....... I have to go to the GP this afternoon and feel overwhelmed by that - taking her there, will we be finished before she wants to feed etc
I suppose that this is the lot of someone who has worked in an office for the last 14 years where life is much easier to predict and control and there is a routine. Even the unpredictable bits were fairly - well - predictable. Now I live in a completely uncertain world where I don't know if I am doing the right thing, what my daughter wants, and her feeding and sleeping don't follow any real pattern (although I feed at least 3 hourly and often have to wake her for a feed).
She wasn't planned (we had thought about children but hadn't looked to have them quite yet) and I was really hoping for a boy because my life has been made miserable on so many occasions over the years by girls and women. I should be grateful to have an apparently healthy little girl but today I just feel unhappy and anxious, I feel I'm not bonding with her properly and she deserves so much better. There are so many couples who want babies and can't have them, who would love my little one to pieces, and I feel like such a selfish and ungrateful cow for not appreciating what I've got and really missing my old life.
Sorry for long ramble, has anyone else ever felt like this, I feel like I'm the only one and going out of my head