My second daughter was born 2 weeks ago at 33 weeks. She stayed in SCBU for 10 days. My first was born at 28 weeks and stayed in NICU/SCBU for 9 weeks. I suffered really badly with PND and PTSD after my first and felt an enormous amount of guilt for everything she had to go through as well as everything everyone else experienced due to my body failing. It took me a long time to move on from that guilt and come to terms with her time in NICU and get over the flash backs of everything that happened. Now that my second daughter is home, despite her being that much healthier and having to tackle much less, the guilt is back, as are the flash backs and the memories from the first time. Something that I never really got over the first time was the mourning for everything that we all missed out on - the excitement at her birth, I didn't see her until the next day (she was transferred to another hospital and I had a c section), I didn't hold her for 4 days and that feeling of immediately feeling like a mum. This time was different - I got to hold her when she was born, my husband got to hold the cord and it wasn't as scary because we knew what to expect. But she was still taken away to SCBU and I still had to go to the post natal ward without a baby. Now we're home and struggling with feeding. I'm desperate to breastfeed but I'm struggling with that because she's small and the doctors are happier for her to have bottles of EBM as they want to see her weight go up. I understand the medical need for her to gain weight is greater than a full term baby, I agree with everything they're suggesting from a medical stand point but it's still shit. It's shit that I have to follow the feeding regime that they have set rather than try demand breastfeeding because my body failed. I failed at being pregnant and if I fail at breastfeeding I'll feel less of a woman. I know what probably sounds stupid. We planned to have two children, that was always the plan so I'm unlikely to ever be pregnant again so I have to succeed with bfing. But that in itself is too much pressure. I can't stop crying and I don't even know why. All of the above is going through my head but it's not really any of these thoughts that are making me cry, I just feel so shit and so useless. I've told the midwives that my mood is up and down and they know my history but they haven't seen me in the midst of emotion and I know I play it down. As such they're quite dismissive, I think I do a good job of seeming like I've got it together. I haven't. Not at all.