
I'm having a rough time. My mom is set to leave for Friday and I dread it. I feel like crying.
I am so sore still, and will be for several more weeks with the degree of tearing I've had. I'm sending someone to the store tonight for witch hazel and more pain medication. Motrin barely touches it. Breastfeeding is going better but I get so frustrated at night that I want to cry when I have to wake up to feed him. I feel like the worst mom ever because I envy formula feeding moms for being able to pawn off a feeding on dad without having rock solid boobs an hour afterward. Then I feel sick to my stomach for feeling that way. I feel like I should be enjoying this, or at least tolerating it. Instead I just feel like crying all the time and heaven forbid anyone else get crabby. I have no problems handing the baby off to someone else after a feeding and letting them enjoy him while he's in his quiet alert state. I feel like he only ever wants the boob, like he doesn't want to bond with me.
So with a background of depression I'm watching myself for PPD. I know my symptoms and I know when to get help and the psych at the hospital will write me a script for zoloft the same day I ask for it.
Everyone keeps telling me I'm doing so well despite what I went through. I haven't even started processing it. I felt so bonded to him in the hospital but as soon as I got home I feel like I lost interest. I have waited for this baby for so long.. I want to enjoy him. My gut keeps telling me to just wait, that I am still in the early transitional period because he has only just come home and I am still learning, I would really rather not start a regimen of antidepressants if this is still "normal" and just needs time. I just feel like everyone else out there with their babies are so happy and enjoying their newborns and I am this black sheep, the only one who is having a rough time. I feel like eating my placenta was pointless, like I'm going to be depressed and removed anyway. I keep thinking that if I had only been able to have him straight from the get-go I would be okay. I had such a hormonal outpouring the first week and I feel like those hormones had a purpose. I would just sit in bed and wrap the blanket that smelled like us around my face when I had to pump and just sit there and leak ounces. By the time I got to hold him in the hospital, he didn't smell like birth or him or me anymore, he smelled like Johnson and Johnson. I strongly remember being shocked and disappointed by this.
I can't change this. My midwife suggested a rebirth and I would love to do that, alone, but I can't take a bath for 12 weeks. I feel like I'm kind of stuck with nowhere to move but forward, I feel like time will heal this but time isn't coming fast enough. At the same time I don't want to wish this time away.
I guess I'm in that balance of just-one-more-day-and-see-if-it-gets-better. It seems to get better some days, some days are great, so I feel like I might miss the PPD train. I still feel lousy today though. I needed to write it out.



















