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So here's the (disjointed rambly) story...
My birth was supposed to be UC, but I hit transition, got pushy, pushed for an hour and there was just blood. Not a whole lot, but I told him we should go to the hospital, and he agreed with me and we went. Not to get into the whole birth story, but they wouldn't hand her right to me. Didn't get to hold her for about an hour, I guess. So there were some bonding issues. And I'm definately not over it. Still having panicky moments when I think about it, angry, disappointed, blaming DH for failing us and making the baby hate me -- she's not a happy baby, and I blame a lot of that on having been separated from me. We went over and over what birth would be like and how people often get panicky during transition, and it's like he forgot everything. He says it's my fault for saying that I couldn't do it and I wanted to go to the hospital. When we had discussed the possibility of a midwife, I told him it would probably be around $800-1000 and he decided that that was too much money and we didn't need one.
He's been not very helpful since then, too. Won't help out around the house (unless I give him specific instructions on each thing, each time), pick up after himself, seldom holds the baby (she cries a lot when he holds her). Berates me for not keeping the house perfectly. Says he has an aversion to housework since he had to help out years ago when he was working and I wasn't. So I'm expected to do all the housework (extending to things like picking up his dirty socks off the living room floor) and 90% of the baby care. This has been the situation since a week or so postpartum. Oh, did I mention that when she was 8 days old, he left me alone to go to D&D for 12 hours? So yeah, I'm pretty bitter and angry.
I have no sex drive. It's possible it's hormones, but I also think there was some nerve damage done during the postpartum cleanup job. Which wouldn't have been done if I hadn't ended up in the hospital. He's very snarky and mean about me being frigid now. Like I don't want to want it. Like it's my fault. And no, he doesn't attempt to court me or be sexy or sweet or anything like that.
I can't get out without the baby much, and it's really not worth it, just more stress when I do have to come back. I went grocery shopping for 1 1/2 hours Saturday morning and he had a fit. But I'm not allowed to complain when he goes off to "play"? He can go gaming, go fishing, play horseshoes at his parents, but all my "me" time is housework, sewing for the baby, or shopping. She doesn't take a bottle, and I don't think she likes being without me, but I think I'm entitled to some time without having to rush home and get berated for it again.
Our finances are in pretty bad situation. We can pay bills, but then we argue about what extras are important. The car's on it's way out. He's a pretty good cyclist, and works 3 miles from the house, and could theoretically cycle to work almost all the time, but usually drives. But then he gets mad when I want to go to LLL once a month (10 miles away), or go walk around the mall or Borders or something (2 miles away). He complains if I buy, say, a $3 box of organic poptarts, but I can't complain if he spends $20 on a case of beer. There are all these little things back and forth.
It seems like he doesn't have any empathy. How can you love someone, or even just like them a little bit, and not care that they're in complete agony day in and day out? It would be one thing if I got a kind word or a hug or a kiss (sans groping) once in a while, you know?
I'll probably wake up tomorrow and really wish I hadn't started this thread.
I'm not sure what I'm expecting to hear or what I want to hear.
My birth was supposed to be UC, but I hit transition, got pushy, pushed for an hour and there was just blood. Not a whole lot, but I told him we should go to the hospital, and he agreed with me and we went. Not to get into the whole birth story, but they wouldn't hand her right to me. Didn't get to hold her for about an hour, I guess. So there were some bonding issues. And I'm definately not over it. Still having panicky moments when I think about it, angry, disappointed, blaming DH for failing us and making the baby hate me -- she's not a happy baby, and I blame a lot of that on having been separated from me. We went over and over what birth would be like and how people often get panicky during transition, and it's like he forgot everything. He says it's my fault for saying that I couldn't do it and I wanted to go to the hospital. When we had discussed the possibility of a midwife, I told him it would probably be around $800-1000 and he decided that that was too much money and we didn't need one.
He's been not very helpful since then, too. Won't help out around the house (unless I give him specific instructions on each thing, each time), pick up after himself, seldom holds the baby (she cries a lot when he holds her). Berates me for not keeping the house perfectly. Says he has an aversion to housework since he had to help out years ago when he was working and I wasn't. So I'm expected to do all the housework (extending to things like picking up his dirty socks off the living room floor) and 90% of the baby care. This has been the situation since a week or so postpartum. Oh, did I mention that when she was 8 days old, he left me alone to go to D&D for 12 hours? So yeah, I'm pretty bitter and angry.
I have no sex drive. It's possible it's hormones, but I also think there was some nerve damage done during the postpartum cleanup job. Which wouldn't have been done if I hadn't ended up in the hospital. He's very snarky and mean about me being frigid now. Like I don't want to want it. Like it's my fault. And no, he doesn't attempt to court me or be sexy or sweet or anything like that.
I can't get out without the baby much, and it's really not worth it, just more stress when I do have to come back. I went grocery shopping for 1 1/2 hours Saturday morning and he had a fit. But I'm not allowed to complain when he goes off to "play"? He can go gaming, go fishing, play horseshoes at his parents, but all my "me" time is housework, sewing for the baby, or shopping. She doesn't take a bottle, and I don't think she likes being without me, but I think I'm entitled to some time without having to rush home and get berated for it again.
Our finances are in pretty bad situation. We can pay bills, but then we argue about what extras are important. The car's on it's way out. He's a pretty good cyclist, and works 3 miles from the house, and could theoretically cycle to work almost all the time, but usually drives. But then he gets mad when I want to go to LLL once a month (10 miles away), or go walk around the mall or Borders or something (2 miles away). He complains if I buy, say, a $3 box of organic poptarts, but I can't complain if he spends $20 on a case of beer. There are all these little things back and forth.
It seems like he doesn't have any empathy. How can you love someone, or even just like them a little bit, and not care that they're in complete agony day in and day out? It would be one thing if I got a kind word or a hug or a kiss (sans groping) once in a while, you know?
I'll probably wake up tomorrow and really wish I hadn't started this thread.
