I posted the other day about feeling really anxious after getting my 10 week premature baby home after I had been so so looking forward to having her, fast forward to now and I am not coping in the slightest. It's fine all day because people come and go and my wonderful husband and mum are there all day but it hits night and it's just me and my husband and I'm a mess. I'm so frustrated with her for a variety of different reasons and feeling immensely guilty because I shouldn't be frustrated with her, she's only a baby and she doesn't deserve an awful mum. It's already my fault she came early because I just had to have a health problem and now I can't even make up for it by being a good mum. She was crying earlier and I screamed. No words, just a scream. Sat in the bathroom alone for a little while afterwards and then sobbed into her Moses basket. I was supposed to be good at this, I love her so so much