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Lily is 7.5 months old. We had a hell of a time with nursing for the first 5 months, and because that was so all-consuming in every way, I never got the chance to work on her being comfortable with other people watching her (including her dad, who lived separately until 1 week ago), and she's never taken a feeding from anyone else.
I always wanted to be a very attached parent. I'm happy to be the primary parent, too. But I am starting to lose it here. I am THRILLED to be nursing and I don't regret any of the steps we took to get us there, period. But I never went back to work fully. We tried several times in months 4-5 to have me take a single hour-long client session with a 45 minute commute, and it was okay once or twice, but mostly ended with her crying and crying and very hungry. So we gave up on that and took the financial hit.
Now we're all living together, which is great, but I'm still not getting a break of any kind. She won't let her dad hold her for more than about 10 minutes if she can't see me, so I can't even take a shower without rushing, and unpacking is limited to a box or two per nap. She also doesn't like to be put down for more than a few minutes. I try to wear her as much as possible, and rotate the Ergo & sling, but she gets fussy after about 1/2 hour.
My house is a shambles with no end in sight, I can barely get dinner cooked, I fear I may never return to the gym to lose the last 30 of the 65 pounds I gained due to not being able to exercise for the last half of my pregnancy because of my placenta previa, or return to any other life outside of this.
I guess this is mostly a vent/rant, but I'm feeling so at the end of my rope. What do we do?? I'm starting to feel resentment towards my precious beloved dream-come-true, and I then hate myself for it & feel even worse.
I always wanted to be a very attached parent. I'm happy to be the primary parent, too. But I am starting to lose it here. I am THRILLED to be nursing and I don't regret any of the steps we took to get us there, period. But I never went back to work fully. We tried several times in months 4-5 to have me take a single hour-long client session with a 45 minute commute, and it was okay once or twice, but mostly ended with her crying and crying and very hungry. So we gave up on that and took the financial hit.
Now we're all living together, which is great, but I'm still not getting a break of any kind. She won't let her dad hold her for more than about 10 minutes if she can't see me, so I can't even take a shower without rushing, and unpacking is limited to a box or two per nap. She also doesn't like to be put down for more than a few minutes. I try to wear her as much as possible, and rotate the Ergo & sling, but she gets fussy after about 1/2 hour.
My house is a shambles with no end in sight, I can barely get dinner cooked, I fear I may never return to the gym to lose the last 30 of the 65 pounds I gained due to not being able to exercise for the last half of my pregnancy because of my placenta previa, or return to any other life outside of this.
I guess this is mostly a vent/rant, but I'm feeling so at the end of my rope. What do we do?? I'm starting to feel resentment towards my precious beloved dream-come-true, and I then hate myself for it & feel even worse.
