I had my baby just less than 2 weeks ago. It was a hard birth (13 hours with no progression, then epidural and drip and pushed for 90 mins - no progress, sent for c section and managed to move the baby pushing on the table, forceps delivery in which she turned halfway through and her shoulder got stuck, placenta got stuck, I lost nearly 2l of blood). I then got an infection and was moved to a side room because I was hallucinating my cat walking round the ward. I had four catheter insertions because the swelling was so bad I couldn’t wee. Finally got home with no catheter, had an awful visit from a midwife I’d never met before who made me feel so small and useless, and spoke about me to her student like I was a prop in a lecture. I tried all day to feed the way she told me to, but it didn’t work, and I was whisked to hospital with mastitis the same evening. Been in there for almost a full week and only came home the other night.
This was after an IVF pregnancy in which I really struggled with anxiety and was repeatedly fobbed off while trying to get help.
Baby won’t settle for me. She wants to feed and feed but my milk never satisfies her. If I give her a bottle she’ll relax and sleep, but my milk might as well be water. I don’t think she likes me very much.
All the things I was looking forward to, that people reminisce about, just aren’t happening for me. New baby smell? Can’t smell anything. Breastfeeding bonding? No, it feels like a huge chore and I feel disconnected from my own body. Every time I do it I’m reminded I’m not enough for her. A rush of love? This feels awful. No. I keep saying it and telling her the things I want her to hear from her mum and hoping if I say it enough it’ll come true, but at the moment I feel totally cut off from the whole world. I don’t know what to say to her either. I chatter away to myself and to animals, even inanimate objects. I always assumed that bit would come naturally to me, but it hasn’t. I don’t know what to say apart from begging her to sleep or apologising for being so shit at this.
Family are being really supportive, but they keep telling me I’m doing a good job and I know it’s all an act and my heart isn’t in it.
This is how shit I am: I quite enjoyed the night I was rushed in with mastitis, shivering, burning up, vomiting and hallucinating, because baby went home with her dad and grandma and I was alone in hospital, pumping milk, and it was enough.
I can’t even talk to the midwife when she comes tomorrow because it’s the same one who made me feel worse. My husband is running himself ragged to look after us, and I’m trying to give him time to sleep, because he’s really good and I just sit here like a useless lump.But it’s so hard when I’m slapping myself in the face to stay awake at 3am while feeding her my pathetic watery unsatisfactory milk for the 4th hour running.
Is this PND or am I just a genuinely shit excuse for a human being?