Just writing this is exhausting. I have a good baby that only wakes once in the night. She’s a smiley, happy baby. But we’ve had problems with wind and now teething. Everything has been a fight.
She’s 3 months old and I love her so much but I don’t love the person I am right now. I started my parenting journey with a 3 degree tear with 4th degree attributes. My anxiety from the ordeal has given me what my GP has described as PTSD (I’m not sure) I’m exhausted. I fifth (that’s right, not second) guess everything I do.
A usually confident person, who’s got her own business I’m struggling to leave the house. What if my baby cries? What if people look at me? It’s ridiculous and frustrating.
I want to cry. I hate my body. I hate myself for being so miserable. I hate myself for being unprepared.
and sometimes I hate my husband who has all of his freedom still.
Does this get easier, is there light at the end of this long, lonely tunnel?