DS is 13 mo. This has been going on since his birth.
I'm exhausted, but he only wakes up once or twice a night where he usually sleeps from 11pm - 6am. I know I need more sleep than that, but I can't get it. He doesn't nap regularly, so I can't even count on a nap for the both of us to sleep together during the day. Oftentimes (like now), he'll wake up about 2 hours after going to sleep and I won't be able to get back to sleep (always had insomnia issues). Right now I've been awake since 1:45. Can't go back to sleep. I'll be a zombie tomorrow, but whatever. I'm a zombie already.
I work, but it's not a high-stress job, and it allows me to have DS with me, which is great. I'm always at least a week behind in my work, even over the summer when I have very few students. Just can't catch up. DS won't let me work because it's always HIM, HIM, HIM. G-d forbid I touch the computer while he's awake.
The house usually gets cleaned by me every week, but I still feel like a failure when it's messy. It's small enough that I don't have a problem cleaning it, but I HATE that I have to do it. Why can't it stay clean so that the ONLY day I have off work I can spend with my family instead of cleaning?
I don't do a lot of "extracurricular" stuff, and I know my diet and exercise are way below par. I have been TOTALLY unable to change that. I only have enough energy to either take care of DS during the day or me during the day. That's it. Period. We cannot afford to get a mother's helper and have no family in the area.
I'm always angry - at everything. I scream at the dog, at the baby, get irritated at the smallest things DH says. I find myself tasting vinegar every time someone says how wonderful and perfect DS is and how he's such an easy baby. I visualize punching them in the face.
I hate nursing. I resent the energy it sucks from me, I resent the fact that he's ALWAYS nursing, that if I wait just a second, he just whines and whines and whines until I scream and then quickly pop him on so that I don't do something worse to him.
I went to a counselor at about 7mo pp. She was put-together, had a picture of a beautiful baby in her office, and I hated her. She was totally non-judgemental and wonderful and sympathetic, but I hated her. I couldn't go back.
I resent everything that takes me out of the house and I resent staying in.
I hate babies. I hate, hate, hate this baby stage and I know it will get better. I'm dreading having #2 and #3 because oh lord, I have to do this for YEARS until they're old enough for me to enjoy. Of course, they'll be scarred by their screaming, always angry and resentful mother by that point, so who am I kidding?
I just spent the last hour on all the PPD resources on every thread I could get my hands on. The help line was offline, the links were dead... I found one e-mail address and e-mailed them, but...... only crazy people are up at 3:46am.
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I'm exhausted, but he only wakes up once or twice a night where he usually sleeps from 11pm - 6am. I know I need more sleep than that, but I can't get it. He doesn't nap regularly, so I can't even count on a nap for the both of us to sleep together during the day. Oftentimes (like now), he'll wake up about 2 hours after going to sleep and I won't be able to get back to sleep (always had insomnia issues). Right now I've been awake since 1:45. Can't go back to sleep. I'll be a zombie tomorrow, but whatever. I'm a zombie already.
I work, but it's not a high-stress job, and it allows me to have DS with me, which is great. I'm always at least a week behind in my work, even over the summer when I have very few students. Just can't catch up. DS won't let me work because it's always HIM, HIM, HIM. G-d forbid I touch the computer while he's awake.
The house usually gets cleaned by me every week, but I still feel like a failure when it's messy. It's small enough that I don't have a problem cleaning it, but I HATE that I have to do it. Why can't it stay clean so that the ONLY day I have off work I can spend with my family instead of cleaning?
I don't do a lot of "extracurricular" stuff, and I know my diet and exercise are way below par. I have been TOTALLY unable to change that. I only have enough energy to either take care of DS during the day or me during the day. That's it. Period. We cannot afford to get a mother's helper and have no family in the area.
I'm always angry - at everything. I scream at the dog, at the baby, get irritated at the smallest things DH says. I find myself tasting vinegar every time someone says how wonderful and perfect DS is and how he's such an easy baby. I visualize punching them in the face.
I hate nursing. I resent the energy it sucks from me, I resent the fact that he's ALWAYS nursing, that if I wait just a second, he just whines and whines and whines until I scream and then quickly pop him on so that I don't do something worse to him.
I went to a counselor at about 7mo pp. She was put-together, had a picture of a beautiful baby in her office, and I hated her. She was totally non-judgemental and wonderful and sympathetic, but I hated her. I couldn't go back.
I resent everything that takes me out of the house and I resent staying in.
I hate babies. I hate, hate, hate this baby stage and I know it will get better. I'm dreading having #2 and #3 because oh lord, I have to do this for YEARS until they're old enough for me to enjoy. Of course, they'll be scarred by their screaming, always angry and resentful mother by that point, so who am I kidding?
I just spent the last hour on all the PPD resources on every thread I could get my hands on. The help line was offline, the links were dead... I found one e-mail address and e-mailed them, but...... only crazy people are up at 3:46am.
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Oh my, there are days where E just drives me nuts. And now I have two babies.
Also, I was meditating today on feeling invaded and it occurred to me that there's a vicious cycle that typically occurs with this: you feel invaded for whatever reason, you pull away somehow, you want to run away but you can't because there's this underlying feeling of guilt that keeps you tied to the situation. You feel guilty for wanting to run, so you end up handing your power over, once your power is handed over the feeling of being invaded starts to rise again...and the cycle continues. It doesn't always go exactly like that, but I realized that is basically what happens. If we can figure out how to end the cycle once and for all then the problem is solved...I'm still working on that one myself 