Huge row with DH last night. Dd is ten weeks old, eight weeks of two hours sleep, last two weeks better. By better I mean maybe three or four hours and then two max. No naps, clingy daytime.
DH works hard, I get this. He tries to take her for couple of hours after work or before work so I can sleep. I'm exhausted. Five to six hours I can cope on, but I can't seem to recover myself from first few weeks. I had a section. Scar has not healed. I have sores on skin, sore throat, generally run down.
I have said for weeks I need a proper sleep, just one day to recover myself a bit. He looks at me like I am mad. This hour here and there is killing me.
Instead of taking a day in Christmas holidays to give me a rest, he is away out today and Saturday. Was up at six to get jobs done, leaves at nine, won't be home till at least six. Then jobs to finish tonight. My moan is why can he do that for a social day but not to help me? Maybe I should be coping better but I'm not, and I'm asking for help.
Last night I went for a bath, three times he came in to ask me stuff and then to tell me Dd had pooed and he needed help. Three fucking times. That's the only ten minutes I have had in days.
Before Dd I worked bloody hard. Long days, seven days a week, often on call. However I could manage my time to rest if I needed to. It's like everyone forgets I have had an operation. Everyone forgets I didn't sleep for weeks, nearly going mad in the process.
Sorry this seems long. He just left and I could barely look at him. I'm so pissed off. Am I being unfair? He is trying but it's these bloody "days off" that's tipped me over the edge . Just wanted to talk to someone really. 