Just that really.
We have an 8-week old son. I'm at home all day looking after him. I'm exhausted and bored. He's a Velcro baby. I can't do anything but cuddle him - I have a sling, but it hurts my back so can't use it for long. If I put the baby down he screams. Then it takes me ages to settle him again. It's getting me down, probably not pnd but close?
My husband tries, I know he tries, but it's a case of too little too late. He's been on some drugs for a neck problem (his neck keeps seizing up), which make him very drowsy. Therefore, he can't sleep with me and the baby (if I put the baby in his Moses market he's even more clingy the next day - it's easier to co-sleep.) He's been trying to help more, but even simple stuff like putting ds's clothes away is frustrating for me... he just shoves them in the drawer without putting them in the right place, so I can't find what I'm looking for. I'm actually going to spend this morning going through the drawers as I don't know what's there, and what's not!
It's almost as though he wants to make my life more difficult so I stop asking for help. I think I'm being uncharitable here, but it's the same when he hangs laundry on the fairer - doesn't straighten sleeves for example so things don't dry properly... I know this all sounds so petty, but when you have a screaming baby you need to get back to, jobs need to be done right the first time otherwise it all just takes longer and the baby gets more upset.
To compound things, yesterday our washing machine broke. It was the switch it's wired in to - I could see it arcing. I have an irrational fear of getting an electric shock, so just turned everything off but was too scared to touch the switch which was still flashing. I called my husband to tell him and ask him to call the letting agent (I could have done this myself, but experience tells me that it takes a call from him to galvanize them into action!) He called them and apparently someone "will call me soon". While on the call, I heard the switch go, and it has black soot round it now...
In the meantime, the baby has pissed on or puked on most of his clothes! I asked my husband if he had any change so I could go to the laundrette (he didn't have any), he suggested I wait until the weekend and take it to his mother's or call my sil and ask her, or ask my mum (30 miles away). I can't wait until the weekend - the baby will run out of clean clothes. sil has only just got a new washing machine after hers broke so has catching up to do herself and returns to work next week after a year's mat leave so even if she says yes, it'll put her out considerably! And my mum lives 30 miles away... it just seemed like going to the laundrette was the easiest thing to do. I know this is petty, but the crux of it is that he won't listen to me, he thinks I haven't thought about alternatives and that I just don't think.
I know this isn't a reason to stop loving someone. It's just that I feel like there's nothing left. I want to love him, but even though he tries, it doesn't feel right anymore. I feel like I'm just kidding myself that he'll be more helpful with the baby, that he just has to get used to the fact we have to be tidier and cleaner round the house...
I can't remember the last time we had sex - he didn't want to touch me when I was pregnant, and an episostomy has meant I'm a bit scared of dtd. He doesn't seem fussed anyway!
He also goes out most weekends. Last weekend he wanted to go round his friend's house to drink beer and smoke weed... I said "no" so the friend ended up coming to our house (they smoked weed in the shed) and I ended up cooking dinner for them and doing everything for the baby anyway, because I didn't want them breathing their smoky old breath all over him.
I think I should just cut my losses and run now...but if it's baby blues then I should stick it out, right?