I have waited years and years for this baby. We have put aside so much so that I could be pregnant and have him. I gave him everything, I had my homebirth and did everything right when we had to transfer to the NICU and I ate my placenta. I was in a narcotic induced haze (pain relief for surgery for a big tear) for 2 weeks and instead of having people take care of me so that I could take care of him, I had people take care of him so that I could take care of myself (which I couldnt, I slept for the first 2-3 weeks of his life). I know all of this interfered with bonding but I can't help but think this is so much more.
I feel nothing but frustration. I don't have any urge to talk to him, sing to him, walk with him, even hold him. I am more than happy to pass him off to daddy at night, and they sleep in the room over because I CAN'T sleep with them. I simply do not ever fall asleep.
I hate nursing. I don't look forward to nursings with anticipation or some motherly happiness but instead with anxiety and sadness. The thought of putting him on formula destroys me so I keep going. I can't even take it one day at a time, I take it one nursing at a time.
I hate when people come over or when we're out because they do that sleepy smile thing and coo over him and it makes me hate myself because I don't even do that. We spend the days silent to each other. I am a boob. He is a baby. I don't feel like he is even mine, and that started when he went to the NICU. I felt like everyone else was caring for him, and at some point, I stopped caring.
We are both sick and I am frustrated because I can't take care of myself. We've been sick for about 10 days now. I resent him! I can't believe myself.
Everything I looked forward to, I hate. Its like I hate being a mother. I half-joke about taking him to a fire station and dropping him off. I don't understand why I feel this way, even if I try to justify it with the separation I can't. Theres no bond there. I have no will to cuddle him and nurse him and show him the world. I just want to lay here in bed and if I have to, be the boob.
I hate this so much. I want nothing more than to love him, to love caring for him, to enjoy him while he is small. I have a script for Zoloft and an anti psychotic for the anxiety and I hope it helps because I can't understand how this can be anything other than some weird chemical imbalance. I've looked forward to him for so, so long. I want to enjoy him, and I want to enjoy myself again.
Yuck.
*I just wanted to add that I am taking care of his needs (other than a more engaging mama) so no worries there.
I feel nothing but frustration. I don't have any urge to talk to him, sing to him, walk with him, even hold him. I am more than happy to pass him off to daddy at night, and they sleep in the room over because I CAN'T sleep with them. I simply do not ever fall asleep.
I hate nursing. I don't look forward to nursings with anticipation or some motherly happiness but instead with anxiety and sadness. The thought of putting him on formula destroys me so I keep going. I can't even take it one day at a time, I take it one nursing at a time.
I hate when people come over or when we're out because they do that sleepy smile thing and coo over him and it makes me hate myself because I don't even do that. We spend the days silent to each other. I am a boob. He is a baby. I don't feel like he is even mine, and that started when he went to the NICU. I felt like everyone else was caring for him, and at some point, I stopped caring.
We are both sick and I am frustrated because I can't take care of myself. We've been sick for about 10 days now. I resent him! I can't believe myself.
Everything I looked forward to, I hate. Its like I hate being a mother. I half-joke about taking him to a fire station and dropping him off. I don't understand why I feel this way, even if I try to justify it with the separation I can't. Theres no bond there. I have no will to cuddle him and nurse him and show him the world. I just want to lay here in bed and if I have to, be the boob.
I hate this so much. I want nothing more than to love him, to love caring for him, to enjoy him while he is small. I have a script for Zoloft and an anti psychotic for the anxiety and I hope it helps because I can't understand how this can be anything other than some weird chemical imbalance. I've looked forward to him for so, so long. I want to enjoy him, and I want to enjoy myself again.
Yuck.*I just wanted to add that I am taking care of his needs (other than a more engaging mama) so no worries there.









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