I stumbled across the post to this forum from the front page and read it because it sounded like me. Then went to the PPD intl page and too the self assessments (both) and was really surprised when it said that I should print it out and go see a doctor. On the one hand, it was a relief to know that I am not going crazy, and on the other I feel almost "ashamed" that there is something wrong with me.
My baby was born 11 mo ago (also have a 4 yr old) and I have struggled to be the loving mother that I want to be, but I feel stretched too thin. I work from home 20 hours a week and didn't really take a maternity break because we really depend on my income. I feel like I don't spend enough quality time with my kids, I don't service my clients in a timely manner, I definately don't get the housework done, and I feel guilty about all of it. Today I yelled at the kids and then backed in the neighbor's mailbox and wiped it out. (I hit it hard enought to dent the van) It would be funny if I wasn't crying. I'm irritable all the time, it seems like. My hubby thinks it's a problem of overdeveloped sense of guilt, maybe so. I know I've got too much on my plate, because the only way I can come close to doing what I feel needs to be done is to stay up 3-4 nights a week to do it. Of course then I'm tired and crabby, so I can't win. We moved right after the baby was born, so I don't have my friends nearby and don't know many people here yet. How is it that other people make it through this I ask myself, and then I find failure in myself for not being able to do the same. The problem is trying to figure out what to let go of, and how not to feel guilty about it.
My hubby is upstairs waiting for me to come to bed. To say I am uninterested in sex is a huge understatement. At this point I totally don't care if we ever do it again, that I am glad when the baby wakes and I don't have to. But I will go up anyways, because he will be so crushed if I tell him I'd rather pack or do housework. I know he feels deprived as it is. I don't know which is worse, pretending or denying him.
This got quite a bit ramblier that I meant. But it feels so good to admit the worst and not be judged. Thanks for listening to my rant. I'm leaving early am for my grandpa's funeral, so probably won't get a chance to get back to the boards till Monday.
My baby was born 11 mo ago (also have a 4 yr old) and I have struggled to be the loving mother that I want to be, but I feel stretched too thin. I work from home 20 hours a week and didn't really take a maternity break because we really depend on my income. I feel like I don't spend enough quality time with my kids, I don't service my clients in a timely manner, I definately don't get the housework done, and I feel guilty about all of it. Today I yelled at the kids and then backed in the neighbor's mailbox and wiped it out. (I hit it hard enought to dent the van) It would be funny if I wasn't crying. I'm irritable all the time, it seems like. My hubby thinks it's a problem of overdeveloped sense of guilt, maybe so. I know I've got too much on my plate, because the only way I can come close to doing what I feel needs to be done is to stay up 3-4 nights a week to do it. Of course then I'm tired and crabby, so I can't win. We moved right after the baby was born, so I don't have my friends nearby and don't know many people here yet. How is it that other people make it through this I ask myself, and then I find failure in myself for not being able to do the same. The problem is trying to figure out what to let go of, and how not to feel guilty about it.
My hubby is upstairs waiting for me to come to bed. To say I am uninterested in sex is a huge understatement. At this point I totally don't care if we ever do it again, that I am glad when the baby wakes and I don't have to. But I will go up anyways, because he will be so crushed if I tell him I'd rather pack or do housework. I know he feels deprived as it is. I don't know which is worse, pretending or denying him.
This got quite a bit ramblier that I meant. But it feels so good to admit the worst and not be judged. Thanks for listening to my rant. I'm leaving early am for my grandpa's funeral, so probably won't get a chance to get back to the boards till Monday.







I have kids who are 4 1/3 and 2. In hindsite I can see that my problems began around my second sons first birthday. I'm guessing that it was probably before this. My depression is combined with anxiety that focuses around my health. This is my big tip off as to when I am heading for a rough time. If I start noticing every little twinge and wondering if it could be something serious I know it is time for me to watch out. I talked to my psychiatrist and yesterday and I was asking about what other people experience with depression. One of the things he mentioned was very much what you described in your post -- overwhelming guilt about things in your life that you can't necessarily control, and shouldn't feel guilty about (being stretched to thin, not getting housework done cause you are too busy, etc.)
Absolutely let the housework go; ask for someone to give you a cleaning service for a few weeks until you get it together. There is no reason you should be trying to do everything, and all of us find ourselves mired in it at one point or another.