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I have a 17 month old daughter, and I feel like I started to become depressed when she was around six months old. My life has totally been turned upside down, and I'm surprised I remained fairly grounded this whole time.
My husband was a business owner at the time our dd was born, so he was constantly working, and was always worried about his store. So I was really the only one who cared about my pregnancy. When our dd was born, I was alone in the hospital from morning till night, until my husband and mom arrived in the evening. The day I was discharged from the hospital, my husband dropped me off, and went to work.
I work full time, and my maternity leave consisted of me being alone with my baby for twelve to sixteen hours a day, with no help even when I had allergic reactions to meds and a terrible flu. I am still very bitter about this, and it is something that will take years for me to forgive my husband for.
When I returned to work, I had an awesome routine going. I picked my dd up, we went home and played, ate dinner, played, bath, reading time, and off to bed. She is a wonderful baby, so she didn't give me a lot of trouble. However, I noticed that when she became more mobile, I was more unorganized. I started to skip story time, and felt like all I wanted to do was sleep. I still feel this way sometimes. Everything became a lot harder as she got older. I couldn't leave the room without her crying for me. She started to refuse to sleep in her crib, and that is when I started co-sleeping, which I still do and love by the way. I just never had an alone moment to myself, especially when my husband was gone from morning to night.
My husband was terrible to me, often yelling at me because he was stressed about his business. I constantly had a knot in my stomach, and almost everyday at work, I would cry constantly when I took my break to pump. I was in charge of paying all the bills, since my husband didn't bring home a dime, so now I had the pressure of breadwinner and raising my dd. We suffered horrible financial situations, which kept me from sleeping many nights.
My husband and I started to drift apart, in which we tried conseling, which he never showed up to.
The best thing that happened recently is that my husband's business failed. I know its awful to say that, but now he is home, and I am making him pull his weight in rasing our dd. We are slowly putting our marriage back together, but it takes time. I guess I finally admit that I do have a problem with depression.
I am overweight, which adds to my depression. I was a little chubby before I got pregnant, but now I am about 25 pounds overweight, and it consumes me. I am so ashamed of the way I look. I never had any time to exercise while my husband was in business, but since his business failed, I started P90X, but I haven't really lost any fat.
Another thing that has happened to me is that I slowly lost every single one of my friends. If this is common, I really wish mothers would warn mothers to be. I never expected to lose my friends, and was shocked when I didn't receive happiness for my pregnancy. My friend who suffered a miscarriage a few months before I became pregnant, constantly insulted me, and tried to correct every move I made. She made me feel so undeserving to be a mother. I will never have her in my life again.
Its funny how at the hospital, the nurses advice new moms to have friends help around the house while you recover. No one came to my house to even see my baby, let alone vacuum my floor or bring me groceries. I feel completely abandoned by everyone, and its no wonder that I am depressed.
So now here I am seventeen months later, and I am overweight, friendless, a constant nose and heiney wiper with bad hair and misfitting clothes, who is the head of the household, and in need of some help. This is not how I expected my life to be.
I am mildly depressed, but I'm not really open to anti-depressants. I am more open to natural remedies and support groups. This is just a rant and introduction to my present life. I am so sorry this post was so long, but it sums up everthing.
My husband was a business owner at the time our dd was born, so he was constantly working, and was always worried about his store. So I was really the only one who cared about my pregnancy. When our dd was born, I was alone in the hospital from morning till night, until my husband and mom arrived in the evening. The day I was discharged from the hospital, my husband dropped me off, and went to work.
I work full time, and my maternity leave consisted of me being alone with my baby for twelve to sixteen hours a day, with no help even when I had allergic reactions to meds and a terrible flu. I am still very bitter about this, and it is something that will take years for me to forgive my husband for.
When I returned to work, I had an awesome routine going. I picked my dd up, we went home and played, ate dinner, played, bath, reading time, and off to bed. She is a wonderful baby, so she didn't give me a lot of trouble. However, I noticed that when she became more mobile, I was more unorganized. I started to skip story time, and felt like all I wanted to do was sleep. I still feel this way sometimes. Everything became a lot harder as she got older. I couldn't leave the room without her crying for me. She started to refuse to sleep in her crib, and that is when I started co-sleeping, which I still do and love by the way. I just never had an alone moment to myself, especially when my husband was gone from morning to night.
My husband was terrible to me, often yelling at me because he was stressed about his business. I constantly had a knot in my stomach, and almost everyday at work, I would cry constantly when I took my break to pump. I was in charge of paying all the bills, since my husband didn't bring home a dime, so now I had the pressure of breadwinner and raising my dd. We suffered horrible financial situations, which kept me from sleeping many nights.
My husband and I started to drift apart, in which we tried conseling, which he never showed up to.
The best thing that happened recently is that my husband's business failed. I know its awful to say that, but now he is home, and I am making him pull his weight in rasing our dd. We are slowly putting our marriage back together, but it takes time. I guess I finally admit that I do have a problem with depression.
I am overweight, which adds to my depression. I was a little chubby before I got pregnant, but now I am about 25 pounds overweight, and it consumes me. I am so ashamed of the way I look. I never had any time to exercise while my husband was in business, but since his business failed, I started P90X, but I haven't really lost any fat.
Another thing that has happened to me is that I slowly lost every single one of my friends. If this is common, I really wish mothers would warn mothers to be. I never expected to lose my friends, and was shocked when I didn't receive happiness for my pregnancy. My friend who suffered a miscarriage a few months before I became pregnant, constantly insulted me, and tried to correct every move I made. She made me feel so undeserving to be a mother. I will never have her in my life again.
Its funny how at the hospital, the nurses advice new moms to have friends help around the house while you recover. No one came to my house to even see my baby, let alone vacuum my floor or bring me groceries. I feel completely abandoned by everyone, and its no wonder that I am depressed.
So now here I am seventeen months later, and I am overweight, friendless, a constant nose and heiney wiper with bad hair and misfitting clothes, who is the head of the household, and in need of some help. This is not how I expected my life to be.
I am mildly depressed, but I'm not really open to anti-depressants. I am more open to natural remedies and support groups. This is just a rant and introduction to my present life. I am so sorry this post was so long, but it sums up everthing.