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DD is 16 weeks old and she cries all the time. All. The. Time. If she's not feeding or sleeping, she's crying. I get maybe ten minutes a day of her being calm and smiling and then the howling starts again for no reason. I try cuddling her but she doesn't want it. I try carrying her in a sling and she just screams and claws at my chest. We have no family life because of her. I dread waking up in the morning because every day is just a relentless endurance test of misery.
She wasn't like this at the beginning. She seemed like a really easy baby for the first 7/8 weeks and then something changed and she's just got worse and worse. I was just about keeping my head above water but then two weeks ago DH was made redundant and that has pushed me over the edge.
Every time she cries it's like a knife stabbing into my skull. My body seizes up and it's like I shut down. She's my second baby (I have a 4 year old DS as well) so it's not like I wasn't prepared for the reality of having an infant but things were never this hard with DS. This morning it got so bad I put her in her Moses basket, went upstairs to calm myself down, and ended up self-harming, hitting myself in the face and scratching my arm with nail scissors. I haven't self-harmed in years but it helped, I felt calmer afterwards, and I went back down to her. But I know I can't let that become my coping strategy.
I don't want to go to the GP. There's no point. There is no support available because of Covid and I don't want to go on antidepressants. I tried taking Sertraline when I was pregnant (I had high anxiety due to having recurrent miscarriage before conceiving DD) and I had a really bad reaction to it, vomiting uncontrollably for hours. I tried taking Citalopram years ago as well but had to come off it after three months because it turned me into a zombie. I was on Fluoxetine about 7 years ago which was okay but there's no way I could deal with the side effects of the first few weeks when I have two children to look after.
DH is helping as much as he can (he's taken her out for a walk now) but he has his own stress with the redundancy and now looking for work in the middle of a pandemic and recession.
I do love her but I don't like her. I feel sick typing that but it's the truth. We fought so hard to have her and she was such a wanted baby but I never imagined I could feel this bad. I know it won't be like this forever but I don't know how to make it through.