Hi all - I'm going through a bit of a difficult time here and I'm just looking for advice or perspectives. My husband and I had our son just over 4 years ago - a surprise spontaneous pregnancy after we were told we were very unlikely to get pregnant naturally. And, to be honest, things have been rocky since. We just simply weren't prepared for how much a child turns your life upside down. We're both quite selfish people who were used basically to suiting ourselves before our son came along.
My husband started a new job about 2 months before we had our son. Mainly because he wanted to make a good impression in this new job, after his 2 weeks' paternity leave, he was never home before 1900 every night, so I was left with the baby all day. Our parents live over 400 miles away, I'm an only child and he has only one sibling who lives far away too, so we had no family support. I got PND.
Fast forward, much talking therapy and antidepressants later, things aren't really much better; I am still depressed. Every single weekend, my husband and I have a fight about something or other. I think we both really struggle to parent our son sometimes - he is a total live wire and just gets so over-excited about things. A trigger point was a class birthday party yesterday afternoon - there was an entertainer, who was asking the kids (for some of the time) to sit on their bottoms while he did tricks and whatnot. My son was the only one of the group unable to do this, or to sit and wait his turn, so I felt I had to intervene and hold him on my knee to get him to sit and not be "taking over". It was a the same at a birthday party on Saturday morning - skipping the queue and not waiting his turn despite both me and the entertainers asking him several times. Then, yesterday afternoon, he lost interest in the entertainer and decided he wanted something to eat before everyone had sat down, which I just let him do as sometimes I feel completely defeated by it all. I feel completely out of control sometimes when parenting him.
I came home and explained this to my husband and how I find it quite anxiety-inducing that our son is the only one who won't sit down. When he was a toddler, he was the sudden bolter and the playground escapee; he is just is on the go from morning to night, which is the main reason we don't have another one. My husband clearly thinks I'm being unreasonable and (as he put it last night) "You just want him to be like you were - a mini adult and a compliant little 8 year old girl, rather than a little boy who's just turned 4".
I don't actually want this at all, and make a lot of effort with and for my son to help him get his energy out. He is an only child and so I want to take him to these parties so he can have fun with kids his age, even though I often find it overwhelming and stressful. I am trying my best and I just do not feel my husband backs me on this. I suspect my husband was the same as a child (he was the kid who was always talking in class - the chatterbox). I was, indeed, the compliant, academically high-performing listening girl (much good that's done me). But I am very conscious I don't want our son to hit 4, 5, 6 and still not be able to listen and follow simple instructions. I think there are two sides to my husband's side of the story that his teacher "took against him" - I reckon he repeatedly disrupted class by not shutting up and the teacher was probably understandably frustrated with him.
My husband clearly thought PND was a temporary thing and I'd get better, so he is just DESPERATE for me to get better now, wondering to where his previously (reasonably happy) wife disappeared. He makes constant suggestions about things that might help, apparently unable to see that his own behaviour and reactions to the frustrations I have with parenting also play a part in helping me feel better. He often points out how my depression affects him and our son. But I feel he's been pretty rubbish about providing gentler emotional support in situations like these - he makes it seem like it's all my fault and I'm a rubbish mother for feeling like this because our son is "only 4". My view is that how he himself was parented plays a huge part in this.
Am I unreasonable? How can we get past these differences and learn to parent our son effectively? These high-stress fights, littered with personal insults about our respective upbringings and parents are really hampering any chance of my recovering my mental health, endangering our marriage and distressing for our son.
I'm so sorry for the essay and thank you if you have read it. Any advice is very gratefully received; I don't really have anyone IRL, whom I can tell all this.