I read this forum occasionally but I'd like to ask a question. DH and I are planning on TTC #2 in the next few months. DD #1 just turned six years old, and I am now finally arriving at the point where thinking of a new baby doesn't make me nauseous. Please bear with me while I share my story, in hopes of finding someone who has gone through something similar. Thanks!
My planned pregnancy with DD was physically easy, but I had a lot of stress during the pregnancy. I lost a job that I loved, got a new job at 28 weeks, and also met my birthmother for the first time during my pregnancy (I was adopted at birth.) Also, I was hiding the fact I was planning a homebirth from my co-workers (L&D nurses) because I knew another RN who'd had a HB and was subsequently fired from her job.
I had a wonderfully quick and easy, almost painless birth at home at 39 weeks. I felt amazing afterwards, like I could run a marathon. It was such a high!
Two or three days postpartum, I had the normal baby blues and figured they would go away pretty quickly. But they didn't. They got much worse, but I just learned to work around them.
DD wasn't able to nurse because of an oral problem, and long story short, I exclusively pumped succesfully. DD had my milk for 18 months. I was very jealous of nursing Moms and I secretly wanted to put a breastmilk label on DD's bottle. LOL, I know, ridiculous.
DD was a hideous baby. I know that sounds awful but I don't know how else to put it. She cried non-stop unless she was in motion, and sometimes even then she squalled. She was very rigid and hated being held. She slept very little and woke easily. We intended to do AP and co-sleeping but how to do that with a baby who didn't like being touched? I dreaded hearing her wake up and start crying. Every photo I have of her from birth to a year old, she is crying. We ended up finding out that DD had sensory issues when she was 2. I wish I would have known earlier, it would have helped me understand her.
I don't remember any specifics about her babyhood, but that it was a nightmare. I guess I've blocked a lot of it out. DH took 6 weeks off, and I took 12 weeks, but I don't remember any of that time, other than being afraid to stay alone with her. It was like living with a siren that loudly goes off at random and which you can't turn off. DH and I both felt the same way. Many nights we just all cried together.
I sometimes had horrible, very vivid thoughts (fantasies?) about killing her, though I never would have done it. I thought about giving her up for adoption. Every day was just spent surviving. My Mom and MIL were very helpful and came to watch her pretty often so DH and I could sleep. We didn't take turns on baby duty because when she would wake, I would pump and he would be feeding her during that time. It took 1-2 hours to get her back to sleep each time she woke. DH and I felt very little attachment to her. It was awful, knowing we were supposed to love her and yet we didn't. I felt like the worst parent ever, a failure. I know I had PPD but just didn't realize it at the time. This went on for about 9 months when she began sleeping through the night and then gradually improved to where I felt human again and started enjoying my daughter.
Now DD is an awesome kid. She's sweet, smart, funny, and loves to snuggle. Go figure. I can't wait to pick her up from kindergarten and go do things with her. When I think about how I feel about her now, it's like she and that horrible baby are two completely different people. I love and enjoy her so much. DH also feels the same.
I know I want another child, but I am so scared of going through that again. It was the most despondent, hopeless period of my life.. I'd like to hear some stories from ladies who have gone through something similar, and how you worked through it and if you had an easier time the next time.....I'm open to any suggestions. I'm planning on encapsulating the placenta. I'm planning on having a postpartum doula. My Mom just moved into our neighborhood so that will make it much easier. I'd be willing to try anti-depressants. I'd be willing to do anything that might help.
Thanks to anyone who read this novel. I appreciate it, and any stories you may want to share. Thanks!
My planned pregnancy with DD was physically easy, but I had a lot of stress during the pregnancy. I lost a job that I loved, got a new job at 28 weeks, and also met my birthmother for the first time during my pregnancy (I was adopted at birth.) Also, I was hiding the fact I was planning a homebirth from my co-workers (L&D nurses) because I knew another RN who'd had a HB and was subsequently fired from her job.
I had a wonderfully quick and easy, almost painless birth at home at 39 weeks. I felt amazing afterwards, like I could run a marathon. It was such a high!
Two or three days postpartum, I had the normal baby blues and figured they would go away pretty quickly. But they didn't. They got much worse, but I just learned to work around them.
DD wasn't able to nurse because of an oral problem, and long story short, I exclusively pumped succesfully. DD had my milk for 18 months. I was very jealous of nursing Moms and I secretly wanted to put a breastmilk label on DD's bottle. LOL, I know, ridiculous.
DD was a hideous baby. I know that sounds awful but I don't know how else to put it. She cried non-stop unless she was in motion, and sometimes even then she squalled. She was very rigid and hated being held. She slept very little and woke easily. We intended to do AP and co-sleeping but how to do that with a baby who didn't like being touched? I dreaded hearing her wake up and start crying. Every photo I have of her from birth to a year old, she is crying. We ended up finding out that DD had sensory issues when she was 2. I wish I would have known earlier, it would have helped me understand her.
I don't remember any specifics about her babyhood, but that it was a nightmare. I guess I've blocked a lot of it out. DH took 6 weeks off, and I took 12 weeks, but I don't remember any of that time, other than being afraid to stay alone with her. It was like living with a siren that loudly goes off at random and which you can't turn off. DH and I both felt the same way. Many nights we just all cried together.
I sometimes had horrible, very vivid thoughts (fantasies?) about killing her, though I never would have done it. I thought about giving her up for adoption. Every day was just spent surviving. My Mom and MIL were very helpful and came to watch her pretty often so DH and I could sleep. We didn't take turns on baby duty because when she would wake, I would pump and he would be feeding her during that time. It took 1-2 hours to get her back to sleep each time she woke. DH and I felt very little attachment to her. It was awful, knowing we were supposed to love her and yet we didn't. I felt like the worst parent ever, a failure. I know I had PPD but just didn't realize it at the time. This went on for about 9 months when she began sleeping through the night and then gradually improved to where I felt human again and started enjoying my daughter.
Now DD is an awesome kid. She's sweet, smart, funny, and loves to snuggle. Go figure. I can't wait to pick her up from kindergarten and go do things with her. When I think about how I feel about her now, it's like she and that horrible baby are two completely different people. I love and enjoy her so much. DH also feels the same.
I know I want another child, but I am so scared of going through that again. It was the most despondent, hopeless period of my life.. I'd like to hear some stories from ladies who have gone through something similar, and how you worked through it and if you had an easier time the next time.....I'm open to any suggestions. I'm planning on encapsulating the placenta. I'm planning on having a postpartum doula. My Mom just moved into our neighborhood so that will make it much easier. I'd be willing to try anti-depressants. I'd be willing to do anything that might help.
Thanks to anyone who read this novel. I appreciate it, and any stories you may want to share. Thanks!








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because at the time they gave it to her I was in severe pain because the epi had worn off towards the end of pushing and the OB was stitching me up without numbing me. I could feel that I wasn't myself even before I left the hospital which was a nightmare in itself....they wouldn't let me sleep with her next to me and every 10 mins the stupid alarm on her warmer went off and she like your dd was NOT a good sleeper at all!!
) it was truly awful..But I never got to that PPD point, there were times of frustration(we had tried every gripe water, and remedy on this planet and even cranio sacral therapy, nothing helped) but I never felt hopeless or helpless.
Although I will have to add that dh had a vasectomy when ds was only 2 weeks old!! 

looking forward to read more responses. This is the most encouraging thread I've read.