There are many days where I have this nagging feeling that I never want to go through this again. My Lo is just over 4mo and he and I are both sick, dealing with sleep regression, teething, dh went away for an 8 day stretch and now has to travel again...
I feel gross. I'm up to a size 20 pants. I will be able to lose weight when I can exercise regularly. But I've got nasty insomnia (can't get back to sleep after middle of night bf session) that keeps me exhausted. Also bfing makes any time away from the baby challenging. My mil left my freezer stash out and it got ruined (accidentally) so its either pump or bf or supplement and you probably have some sense of the guilt I feel around that.
I'm back to work part time (which is way more than part time).
And Lo is starting reverse cycle which is great but is bad for my insomnia. Not getting back to sleep after 2am is um terrible and it is making me crazy.
Why would I ever do this again? I don't want my baby to be an only but the thought of voluntarily doing this again is one of those things that makes me toss and turn at night. I don't think I can. I hate the person I am right now. The baby is flourishing and is great but I am fraying. My therapist thinks I have a touch of ppd (mostly anxiety). It is racing mind that keeps me up. Never was a great deep sleeper though. I am a stress eater too. I'm working with my therapist on overeating/emotional issues that run in my family. Stress eating is not helping the situation.
I am a good mom to my baby but I feel like I'm not cut out for this. I'm the default for everything and I feel so yucky. Trying to have loving-kindness toward myself but its very hard.
is there a light at the end of the infant tunnel??? I already know I won't be having a second kid for a long time. I wish I could give my boy a sibling to play with and frankly I wish I could get all the baby rearing in my life over with but I cant go there again any time soon.
Everyone says I'm just thinking too much or whatever. And I look around this site with awe. People seem to have tons of babies! I like kids, I have worked with kids since I was a kid myself. But I'm not doing well with babies. As I said the baby is fine. I feel like I'm disappearing into a fat miserable blob. Ugh.







My first child was a really rough transition. I always say that for that first year I honestly don't know who cried more, me or her. She was one of those never sleeping, always screaming children. Easy has never been a word that has ever been applied to her! I did go on to have 4 children, but my first two were almost 4 years apart. It was a while before I could convince myself to go through that again!Â



Just a thought!


