Not sure what I am looking for here...it's okay if no one wants to respond...this will probably be really long...I guess I just need to vent a little and perhaps gain a better perspective on things for myself more than anything else. I just ask that if some of you do read this, please don't think badly or differently of me...
It has been six months since the birth of my son and I am still so anxious and depressed...I'm almost scared to admit the things that I feel...I'm scared, guilty, angry at myself for feeling the way that I do. I know that I shouldn't feel this way - we've been given the greatest little miracle in the world...we were told I would never be able to carry a child and I did...with lots of help, but I did...so why am I so down? I have every reason to "be on top of the world," because God gave us a precious son...He ALLOWED us to be parents, yet I'm still so blah...it almost makes me feel like God must think I am awfully ungrateful...when I'm not, but He must think so.
I have had boutes of depression before, and I have always been a very anxious, nervous person. When I finally got pregnant, everything seemed so perfect - I felt the best I had...ever. Around two days after DS was born, I couldn't stop crying. I was already worried about going back to work, leaving DS, what would happen to him, etc. I think one time I even told my mother, when she asked why I was crying, that I was worrying about when DS got his driver's license!!!
Things got some better when we decided that it was worth any and every sacrafice we could make for me to be able to stay at home with DS. DH and I had always wanted for one of us to be his primary caretaker during the day, and we made every cut-back possible to make it happen.
After the initial relief of getting to stay at home wore off, I settled back into my old ways of thinking and functioning...just dragging through each day. I took the depression test right after I delivered and scored a 70...I took it again today and scored...84.
: What is WRONG with me????
The areas in which I most struggle are:feeling hopeless, feeling irratable, feeling lonely, feeling out of control, feeling paniky, having scary thoughts, loss of libedo, having conflict and fights with people that are close to me...
We're not in the greatest financial situation, so I'm constantly worrying about $$...and the next bill. We've had a ton of unexpected medical bills for my son and they have wiped out the "cushion" we had built up...now it is paycheck to paycheck if we're lucky. I hate feeling like I'm not providing enough for us...even though we are tying to always make sure DS' needs are met first and foremost. (We're going to the WIC office on Tuesday to see if we can get some help.)
I know that finances put a strain on any relationship, but I feel like I am constantly at odds with DH. He is still a big kid sometimes and I feel like he can be lacking in the responsibility area. He rarely helps me with DS - he has changed MAYBE two diapers and makes me feel guilty when I ask him to watch DS while I take a shower...I feel like I have no support here...DH wanted a baby almost more than I did - and that is saying something...yet now, it almost feels like he just uses us as a trophy family to show off to his buddies...
DH's parents are maybe the number one reason for my unhappiness now...I cannot count the number of times MIL has told me that I am a bad mother and that I am not doing anything right. She hates that I BF, saying that I am starving my child...she probably wants to report us for doing delayed solids...she was giving SIL's DD table food at four months!!!!! (Behind SIL's back.) She forces juice, WHOLE COW milk, disposible diapers, etc. on DS to the point that I will never leave DS with her...so she calls everyday blessing me out for not letting her keep DS. When DS had colic, she told me that I couldn't take care of him, that she could do better. One day she snatched DS away from me saying that DS didn't need me - (DS was wailing for me...) and she says that "Sometimes babies just need to scream...it's healthy for them and clears out their lungs."
DH and I love APing, yet we feel like we have to lie about/hide our true feelings and actions concerning parenting.
One day last month, I took DS and left DH...I told him that I was going to stay with my parents for a while. We had had a big argument (over his parents - he won't stand up to them, nor will he take up for me in front of them.) In a way it felt good to just get out of there, but at the same time it scared me...I ended up driving around for four hours before I came back home. DH and I always "make up" without ever resolving anything...and we always come back and fight about the same old stuff. Honestly, I could care less about sex...and DH finally admitted the other day to being frustrated with me over that...I think we have had sex a totally of two times since DS was born...I just don't have any interest whatsoever. There have been times when I have pictured myself leaving DH for good, but then I think of what it might be like to have to share custody of DS...especially since he would end up spending more time with DH's parents...*shudder* so I decide to stay...I really want to be a family...I want DS to have a mom and dad that live together...I don't want to rip his life apart.
I don't have feelings of hurting DS - PROMISE- he is my EVERYTHING!!!!, though I have such awful feelings that something bad is going to happen to him. Every time I walk up the three flights of stairs to our apartment, I think DS is going to fall out of my arms and land in the pavement below. I keep feeling like I am dropping him - my heart just races until we get inside...I am truly scared to death. I worry that he is going to stop breathing at night, so I am constantly lying there awake trying to hear his breaths. When we're in the car, I think someone is going to hit us and DS will be killed. When we're out getting groceries, I fell like someone might try to take DS or hurt us...talk about being paranoid. I have dreams about such things as well. Last night I dreamed that I had twins and one of them died and I couldn't tell anyone because I was afraid that I had accidentally dropped the baby and killed it.
Sitting here writing this, I am just bawling because I am actually admitting to these things. I'm scared to let this be "out there" because I try so hard to get people to like me...what if you all think I am totally nuts and need to be commited...or that I am a horrible person and bad mother. If doing this anon. was possible, I would have...I don't want to ruin my reputation here...whatever it may be.
I love my son and I would NEVER, EVER hurt him...I am disgusted at myself for the things that I think/feel...DS deserves better...and I want to do better but I don't know how. When I quit my job, I lost my health insurance...it is too expensive for me and DS to be on DH's, so we just have DS on there. Counciling probably isn't viable either...'cause goodness knows it isn't free...I guess I could talk to someone at church, but I don't know that I totally trust the pastors there...I worry about confidentiality. I feel stuck...in every sense of my life...$$-wise, marriage-wise, family/ILs-wise. DS is the only thing that brings happiness to my life, which is maybe why I am SO afraid of something happening to him...he's all I've got.
Well...that's my story...thanks to those of you that read this far! Don't worry about us...I know that in the end, we'll be okay, it's just right now I can't see that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Things will get better, I appreciate places like this that allow you to get things off your chest...
It has been six months since the birth of my son and I am still so anxious and depressed...I'm almost scared to admit the things that I feel...I'm scared, guilty, angry at myself for feeling the way that I do. I know that I shouldn't feel this way - we've been given the greatest little miracle in the world...we were told I would never be able to carry a child and I did...with lots of help, but I did...so why am I so down? I have every reason to "be on top of the world," because God gave us a precious son...He ALLOWED us to be parents, yet I'm still so blah...it almost makes me feel like God must think I am awfully ungrateful...when I'm not, but He must think so.
I have had boutes of depression before, and I have always been a very anxious, nervous person. When I finally got pregnant, everything seemed so perfect - I felt the best I had...ever. Around two days after DS was born, I couldn't stop crying. I was already worried about going back to work, leaving DS, what would happen to him, etc. I think one time I even told my mother, when she asked why I was crying, that I was worrying about when DS got his driver's license!!!
Things got some better when we decided that it was worth any and every sacrafice we could make for me to be able to stay at home with DS. DH and I had always wanted for one of us to be his primary caretaker during the day, and we made every cut-back possible to make it happen.
After the initial relief of getting to stay at home wore off, I settled back into my old ways of thinking and functioning...just dragging through each day. I took the depression test right after I delivered and scored a 70...I took it again today and scored...84.
: What is WRONG with me????The areas in which I most struggle are:feeling hopeless, feeling irratable, feeling lonely, feeling out of control, feeling paniky, having scary thoughts, loss of libedo, having conflict and fights with people that are close to me...
We're not in the greatest financial situation, so I'm constantly worrying about $$...and the next bill. We've had a ton of unexpected medical bills for my son and they have wiped out the "cushion" we had built up...now it is paycheck to paycheck if we're lucky. I hate feeling like I'm not providing enough for us...even though we are tying to always make sure DS' needs are met first and foremost. (We're going to the WIC office on Tuesday to see if we can get some help.)
I know that finances put a strain on any relationship, but I feel like I am constantly at odds with DH. He is still a big kid sometimes and I feel like he can be lacking in the responsibility area. He rarely helps me with DS - he has changed MAYBE two diapers and makes me feel guilty when I ask him to watch DS while I take a shower...I feel like I have no support here...DH wanted a baby almost more than I did - and that is saying something...yet now, it almost feels like he just uses us as a trophy family to show off to his buddies...

DH's parents are maybe the number one reason for my unhappiness now...I cannot count the number of times MIL has told me that I am a bad mother and that I am not doing anything right. She hates that I BF, saying that I am starving my child...she probably wants to report us for doing delayed solids...she was giving SIL's DD table food at four months!!!!! (Behind SIL's back.) She forces juice, WHOLE COW milk, disposible diapers, etc. on DS to the point that I will never leave DS with her...so she calls everyday blessing me out for not letting her keep DS. When DS had colic, she told me that I couldn't take care of him, that she could do better. One day she snatched DS away from me saying that DS didn't need me - (DS was wailing for me...) and she says that "Sometimes babies just need to scream...it's healthy for them and clears out their lungs."
DH and I love APing, yet we feel like we have to lie about/hide our true feelings and actions concerning parenting.One day last month, I took DS and left DH...I told him that I was going to stay with my parents for a while. We had had a big argument (over his parents - he won't stand up to them, nor will he take up for me in front of them.) In a way it felt good to just get out of there, but at the same time it scared me...I ended up driving around for four hours before I came back home. DH and I always "make up" without ever resolving anything...and we always come back and fight about the same old stuff. Honestly, I could care less about sex...and DH finally admitted the other day to being frustrated with me over that...I think we have had sex a totally of two times since DS was born...I just don't have any interest whatsoever. There have been times when I have pictured myself leaving DH for good, but then I think of what it might be like to have to share custody of DS...especially since he would end up spending more time with DH's parents...*shudder* so I decide to stay...I really want to be a family...I want DS to have a mom and dad that live together...I don't want to rip his life apart.
I don't have feelings of hurting DS - PROMISE- he is my EVERYTHING!!!!, though I have such awful feelings that something bad is going to happen to him. Every time I walk up the three flights of stairs to our apartment, I think DS is going to fall out of my arms and land in the pavement below. I keep feeling like I am dropping him - my heart just races until we get inside...I am truly scared to death. I worry that he is going to stop breathing at night, so I am constantly lying there awake trying to hear his breaths. When we're in the car, I think someone is going to hit us and DS will be killed. When we're out getting groceries, I fell like someone might try to take DS or hurt us...talk about being paranoid. I have dreams about such things as well. Last night I dreamed that I had twins and one of them died and I couldn't tell anyone because I was afraid that I had accidentally dropped the baby and killed it.
Sitting here writing this, I am just bawling because I am actually admitting to these things. I'm scared to let this be "out there" because I try so hard to get people to like me...what if you all think I am totally nuts and need to be commited...or that I am a horrible person and bad mother. If doing this anon. was possible, I would have...I don't want to ruin my reputation here...whatever it may be.
I love my son and I would NEVER, EVER hurt him...I am disgusted at myself for the things that I think/feel...DS deserves better...and I want to do better but I don't know how. When I quit my job, I lost my health insurance...it is too expensive for me and DS to be on DH's, so we just have DS on there. Counciling probably isn't viable either...'cause goodness knows it isn't free...I guess I could talk to someone at church, but I don't know that I totally trust the pastors there...I worry about confidentiality. I feel stuck...in every sense of my life...$$-wise, marriage-wise, family/ILs-wise. DS is the only thing that brings happiness to my life, which is maybe why I am SO afraid of something happening to him...he's all I've got.
Well...that's my story...thanks to those of you that read this far! Don't worry about us...I know that in the end, we'll be okay, it's just right now I can't see that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Things will get better, I appreciate places like this that allow you to get things off your chest...






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