I love my 13month old, but there have been times throughout the past year when I've wanted to shake her. Now, please don't think I would ever actually DO that! It's a scary thought that runs through my head and I cry and hold her even when she's still screaming in my ears.
Those times are few and far between, but recently I have been getting angry at her when she is walking around shrieking and clinging to my legs, not letting me get dressed. I know I shouldn't be angry.
I've also been extremely irratible towards my DH, who has been bearing the brunt of my frustrations.
I do not get enough uninterrupted sleep b/c she wakes up about every three hours to nurse. I do not get enough "me" time right now b/c I work 7 days a week (that's only until the end of the month, though).
Am I just tired, worn-out, and irritable? Or is this something deeper? I do not want to hurt anyone, including my daughter or myself (even if I have split-second thoughts of shaking her sometimes).
I guess the thought that I might have PPD seems ludicrous to me b/c she is so old, and I "made it" through her first year. Yes, that's how it seems sometimes, that I "survived" my daughter. Isn't that horrible?
Those times are few and far between, but recently I have been getting angry at her when she is walking around shrieking and clinging to my legs, not letting me get dressed. I know I shouldn't be angry.
I've also been extremely irratible towards my DH, who has been bearing the brunt of my frustrations.
I do not get enough uninterrupted sleep b/c she wakes up about every three hours to nurse. I do not get enough "me" time right now b/c I work 7 days a week (that's only until the end of the month, though).
Am I just tired, worn-out, and irritable? Or is this something deeper? I do not want to hurt anyone, including my daughter or myself (even if I have split-second thoughts of shaking her sometimes).
I guess the thought that I might have PPD seems ludicrous to me b/c she is so old, and I "made it" through her first year. Yes, that's how it seems sometimes, that I "survived" my daughter. Isn't that horrible?










