Thanks very much … so these responses are general, to everybody.
I don’t know how much I can ‘blame’ the birth of my first. It was a horrible birth but not as bad as some by a long way.
The lack of sleep hit me like a tonne of bricks. DC1 (he’s a boy yes) was born towards end of 2020. I’d been ‘wfh’ (ie doing not very much) since March and had indulged my pregnancy tiredness with long long naps and early nights and lie ins so when I had him going from that to newborn sleep was just awful and I didn’t cope well. Then breastfeeding didn’t work out and nothing went as I’d hoped. I felt so awful.
Dc2 (girl) so different. I suffered from insomnia in the pregnancy and was used to 530am starts (thanks ds) - I used to think that the ‘you’ll sleep better when the baby gets here’ was a myth but it wasn’t. She slept SO well and so much. I just loved her, everything about her. I still do of course! She’s so bloody cute and snuggly and lovely. And DS is so defiant and rude and challenging!
But I think there’s deeper stuff here as well.
Firstly, my family mirrors my own. I am the younger girl with an older brother who was always sullen and morose and ‘difficult.’ We were always having to leave days out early because of him, he’d whine in the car until he got the music he wanted on, he’d fall out with other kids who would then shun me as well. In many ways I think this defined my personality as I felt I had to be his antithesis - so he was sullen, I was cheerful, he was rude, I was painstakingly polite, he was always complaining, I never ever did. On the surface I seemed like the nice one but actually I was pushing back and rebelling in my own way and looking back I realise I was often very sneaky about things. My brother is actually nice is the strange thing but presents oddly (autism I think) and still is troubled.
To further complicate matters I always had fairly good relationships with other girls - the usual teen dramas of course - but boys were horrible to me and I was scared of them. An overriding memory is two of my brothers friends forcing me to pull my pants down in my garden and laughing - I have so many memories like that. So I have wondered if an instinctive mistrust of little boys is there along with this childish resentment of my brother?
I don’t know. Maybe it’s not as complicated as that. And DS … I do love him in a way, of course I do, but I do find the three year old sass and rudeness so bloody hard to take; why won’t he just listen to me and do as I ask?