This isn't strictly PPD, or at least I'm fairly sure it isn't (I've been medicated for depression twice before, and it didn't feel like this), but it certainly isn't happy, so I figured I'd be best off posting here--
I really don't feel like I'm bonding properly with my month-old daughter. When she was first born, she was just this sort of strange intruder in my life and I really didn't feel much that I'd call love towards her. A couple of weeks ago I started feeling a good deal more affectionate towards her and I was so relieved, but I start to think that that was just because things were going fairly well and my mother was up to help us and my husband was still home, so things were relatively low-stress. Now that she's being fussier (she won't sleep) and I'm alone and exhausted, I'm really feeling that "love" slip through my fingers.
I feel terrified because I understand the importance of early bonding, and betrayed and frustrated and generally miserable. I had an unmedicated home birth, I've wanted this baby for years, I was already a stay-at-home so it's not that I resent the isolation (heck, I don't like people anyway). I thought everything was perfect, and I don't know what I could have done differently. And yet when she was born, I was the last person present to even see her...I was leaning forward, she was propped on my back, and I didn't have the energy or care enough to turn around.
What it boils down to is that we all know this is one of the harder jobs in the world, and without enough love, it's not rewarding, it's just crappy. Sure, she cries slightly less when I hold her than when her papa holds her (which I wish she didn't anyway), but the thing that soothes her most of all is being swung back and forth in her moses basket with no one touching her at all. When she's crying and I hold her she just thrashes and keeps crying. And because I don't feel particularly protected or possessive or whatever magical feeling I'm supposed to be feeling, when she's crying I just can't stand it and I get very angry with her. She's a perfectly normal baby, I just don't think I love her the way I'm supposed to, and frankly I'm not convinced that she's particularly fussed one way or the other about me, either.
I do miss her when someone has her somewhere else, and I do "love" her when she's sleeping, but love that you only feel when they're not being a bother isn't love.
I'm miserable and I'm desperate. I don't even know why I'm posting this, only that I had to share. If you've felt like this, and gotten through it, I'd love to know. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
I really don't feel like I'm bonding properly with my month-old daughter. When she was first born, she was just this sort of strange intruder in my life and I really didn't feel much that I'd call love towards her. A couple of weeks ago I started feeling a good deal more affectionate towards her and I was so relieved, but I start to think that that was just because things were going fairly well and my mother was up to help us and my husband was still home, so things were relatively low-stress. Now that she's being fussier (she won't sleep) and I'm alone and exhausted, I'm really feeling that "love" slip through my fingers.
I feel terrified because I understand the importance of early bonding, and betrayed and frustrated and generally miserable. I had an unmedicated home birth, I've wanted this baby for years, I was already a stay-at-home so it's not that I resent the isolation (heck, I don't like people anyway). I thought everything was perfect, and I don't know what I could have done differently. And yet when she was born, I was the last person present to even see her...I was leaning forward, she was propped on my back, and I didn't have the energy or care enough to turn around.
What it boils down to is that we all know this is one of the harder jobs in the world, and without enough love, it's not rewarding, it's just crappy. Sure, she cries slightly less when I hold her than when her papa holds her (which I wish she didn't anyway), but the thing that soothes her most of all is being swung back and forth in her moses basket with no one touching her at all. When she's crying and I hold her she just thrashes and keeps crying. And because I don't feel particularly protected or possessive or whatever magical feeling I'm supposed to be feeling, when she's crying I just can't stand it and I get very angry with her. She's a perfectly normal baby, I just don't think I love her the way I'm supposed to, and frankly I'm not convinced that she's particularly fussed one way or the other about me, either.
I do miss her when someone has her somewhere else, and I do "love" her when she's sleeping, but love that you only feel when they're not being a bother isn't love.
I'm miserable and I'm desperate. I don't even know why I'm posting this, only that I had to share. If you've felt like this, and gotten through it, I'd love to know. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.










It also helps that my body is adjusting to less sleep, that we're becoming more skillful parents, etc. And that, frankly, from all I can tell, she's a pretty easy baby. And SaharaRose, you're absolutely right that my guilt is getting in the way of progress...even I have suspected that. I just felt so guilty especially for my husband, who loves us both so much and felt so hurt that I wasn't happy like I was "supposed" to be.

Mama!! Give yourself some time! When DS was born, it felt like someone had just blasted my heart wide open. It was VERY intense, crazy love for him almost right away. It was similar to when you realize you've fallen in love with an adult, but WAY different, but the intensity was similar. BUT, DS is a VERY intense person!! I didn't realize that at the time, but as he's gotten older, I can see that he is.