Poor midget you really get put through the wringer with everything don't you!? Hope you feel better very soon... second the comment about always grinning at your bear hug tackles (particularly as I visualise you as very small...)
Brave and honest words yomping and I really hope the doctor is helpful. I think the feelings you have are so common - I've certainly had the anger and frustration, and much more so before jess started smiling and interacting, and felt horribly ashamed - but completely understand with your history how much it must frighten you. Really sorry that you had to go through that as a kid.
For what it's worth, I hope it's just the normal feelings that I really think most mums must have, and that it lifts once the sleep and crying gets easier.
Second day of helping sis - I am so happy I managed to actually give her a 2 hr nap by taking the 2 yr old to the park when her baby fell asleep. I put jess in the sling (she slept) and ran around the park with him, he was so cute. There was a painting of a spider on a wall, and I said, "look at the giant spider Arthur!" and he looked a bit alarmed so I said, "it's ok, it's not real" and a few minutes later he said to me, "is Arthur real?" - which I thought was a brilliantly philosophical question for a 2.5 yr old!! We had a long discussion of what things were real and what weren't, mostly checking by poking them... Actually I love hanging out with him, he is so hilarious and fun and energetic and bold... babies are cute and all, but I really can't wait until Jess talks back :)
Fairly hilarious lunch with me and sis both with squirmy baby on our arm both feeling distinctly handicapped, and just as we finally managed to get food on the table (microwaved donated dishes from her mates!), nephew shouted I NEED A POO! NOW!
She looked better today - the first day without the boyfriend/husband is the worse, isn't it!? How the fuck do people do this single?