My husband and I have just had a big row. I can count on one hand the number of big rows we have had in all the years we have been together. Notably, they always happen at very stressful times - such as when we moved house, or when the turkey wouldn’t fit in the oven at our first Christmas (this is the one that now makes us laugh!)
9 weeks ago, I had my first baby. I’m 35 so knocking on a bit and my birth was incredibly traumatic and we both almost died.
The baby blues hit me pretty hard and I didn’t really even touch the baby on the first few days and nights back from hospital. I know that sounds really awful and I hate myself for it now, because she is so perfect and beautiful.
Today I picked the fight with my husband because he did a night feed last night and complained about it. He said I was snoring and it made it harder for baby to get back to sleep. I just saw red and went off at him about how I’m doing everything (I really am). On top of doing all the parenting and still working some (I’m self employed) I also help with my step children who live with us AND I’m currently project managing a massive building project at our home. I’m just so so tired all the time.
Husband threw the baby blues in my face. Said he had to do everything for the first week, while I “didn’t even love the baby”. Like that in some way exonerates him.
It's left me feeling like utter shit. Partly because it’s true - I didn’t feel any love for her at first and I carry that guilt around with me like a fucking rock in my chest. She’s so perfect to me now, I can’t believe myself. I can’t believe him for throwing that low blow at me.
That's it really. Feeling low and miserable and wishing for some supportive words. I’m just so so fucking tired. Have I said that already? So tired.
Just a heads up: unlikely to LTB over this. Although he’s been a massive prick.