I'm 36 years old and a FTM. Never in my life have I been around kids, much less infants in any fashion. Ever. When I became pregnant with my son, I was overjoyed and so protective. I prayed so much for my son to be born well. My prayers were answered and I gave birth to my son 11 days ago.
Now, I knew that raising a baby was hard work. I knew he'd be fussy and so forth. But I just never expected to feel so negative about it.
My son sleeps poorly at night. He'll look pained as if he has gas and sleeps by making straining/grunting noises. He wakes himself up a lot. The first few nights, he wouldn't sleep for 3 hours straight. It became so awful that I decided to leave the bedroom at night and get MY 6-7 hours of sleep. My husband, a God-sent angel, said he didn't mind taking the night shift by himself. He says he loves his son that much that he doesn't mind. It made me feel like a crap of a mother.
Today, my son was fussy all day and I ended up letting my Mom take over and I locked myself in my office to cry. I felt like I didn't want to do this anymore. I told my husband, I'll cook, clean, do your laundry, take care of ANYTHING in the house as long as you deal with the fussy baby. He said that that was fine, he would raise our child - after all, lots of single parents do it by themselves. Again, I felt like crap. I'm the mother. I should be sharing baby duties with him.
My husband has been the one running on 3-4 hours of sleep per day. He's the Mom in this entire scenario; I appear to be the dad.
I did talk to my doctor about PPD, but she's hesitant to prescribe anything since it's so soon after birth. She just thinks I'm overwhelmed. So I can't do anything until at least 3-4 weeks, when the baby blues supposedly subside.
I feel so selfish - my son isnt that bad compared to other situations. At most, he's just fussy. He doesn't scream, he just cries here and there. I just get frustrated because I want things to be easy. I'm an introvert and I want me time. And I don't want to deal with this hard stuff.
I'm a crappy mom. Sorry, I just needed to talk.
Re: I'm a crappy mom
you realized you were feeling overwhelmed and not making good choices and you found someone to watch and care for your baby. That's what good moms do.
be kind to yourself- your baby is still so small! He doesn't know what he's doing and neither do you. Your body is adjusting and flushing out hormones that made you feel blissful and happy and now you're feeling like your expectations aren't quite meeting the reality you find yourself in.
Keep leanin on your husband, keep talking to your doctor, and definitely stay here! When I've felt at my wits end these ladies have helped me feel like I'm not alone, and that matters!
Your husband (who sounds awesome) can be there for you in part because he has not suffered through the last nine months (physically and hormonally) as you did, he is not having hormone issues now as you are, and he's Not subject to the same societally dictated standards as mothers are. So there is less pressure. Don't get me wrong, your husband is a fucking champ (not many husbands would be so understanding and energetic). But you are not doing anything wrong and you are not a bad mom.
And I would wager money (a lot) that you will feel differently in a week. I had a similar trajectory, and I was told that's just how the baby blues work.
good luck, and creepy internet hugs!
obsessed with my children and parenthood is incredibly rewarding. I have an incredibly supportive husband and mother and family. The hard parts become more tolerable and in the end, the good wins out. You are not a bad mother. And if you feel you need meds or help for PPD, seek help. Just know you are not alone.
Your husband sounds awesome, lean on him.
What helped me was finding the things that allow me to still feel like me. DH isn't nearly as awesome as yours in terms of assisting with night duty, but gives me a break to take a leisurely shower. Between that and taking LO on a daily outing (such as coffee shop or library), which LO typically sleeps through, I feel more like me. Sleep also helps A LOT.
You'll get through this! Keep on your dr if you're not feeling better soon though. You owe it to yourself and LO.
but your feelings are okay! Having a newborn is hard! The sleep deprivation is horrible! You feel like it's never going to end, but it does. Time goes on and things get better. Just do what you need to do for the best of everyone involved- & it sounds like you're doing that.
That being said, keep an open dialogue with your doctor as you potentially could benefit from treatment in the future if things don't become more manageable.
It is really really hard work, and like you I thought I was prepared for it. And I really just wasn't.
Today, I had horrible thoughts. I woke up feeling horrible dread (after my 7 hours of sleep) and said to myself "I don't want to do this. Not today. Not ever." And I shut the door so that my DH can take care of baby when he wakes up instead of me taking over the shift. Then today at Walmart, I told him that I didn't want to do this anymore. I also said, upon arriving home, that "I don't want to go back to the baby." He was so startled and said it was obvious that this was not baby blues anymore and to call immediately for medication. i will likely do so tomorrow.
When I was where you were only a couple of weeks ago, I said every day that I didn't want to do this, that I regretted it. I wanted to die. I really truly wanted to die. Take the help. It is OK to take the help. It is OK to lean heavily on your husband and your mom and anyone else who is there to help you. It is OK. Cry. You need to cry. Every day multiple times a day as often as you need. It is OK to cry.
I highly recommend finding a therapist even if you can't get on medication right now. I also recommend finding a new moms group because I know that was a huge shift for me. When I found the new mom support group that I attend now, I went in, and just seeing all of the other babies and moms and realizing that we were all overwhelmed was super helpful for me.
For me, it started getting better at two weeks. We are now almost 5 weeks, and I am just starting to feel like I can do this and even enjoy my daughter. And I know that every single day feels like an eternity right now, but I promise that you will make it. And then you will look back and be glad that you did. It gets easier and this will pass I promise. And push for the medication if that's what you think you need. Do it. You are important. You deserve help
Married: Oct 20, 2013
BFP 1: Aug 31, 2015
EDD 1: May 12, 2016
DD1 Emma born May 12, 2016
An Honest Account of New Motherhood (with Postpartum Anxiety, Depression, and OCD)
BFP 2: October 07, 2019
EDD 2: June 20, 2020
Married: Oct 20, 2013
BFP 1: Aug 31, 2015
EDD 1: May 12, 2016
DD1 Emma born May 12, 2016
An Honest Account of New Motherhood (with Postpartum Anxiety, Depression, and OCD)
BFP 2: October 07, 2019
EDD 2: June 20, 2020
there also might be a fit moms club type thing in your town- mine has a stroller walk group I'm gunna check out this weekend. It is hard to meet other moms!
I just got caught up on the announcements thread, and saw that you were in the hospital for two days with jaundice!
That same thing happened to me and I was told (thankfully--because then I knew to expect it) that having that NICU experience shortly after L&D is a major, major predictor of PPMD's. It's an early and violent shock into the reality of parenthood, and a far cry from what any of us envision, so the disconnect between hope and reality is far more pronounced, and seems to trigger PPMDs.
I'm glad you are getting meds, and that will hopefully sort things out, but I thought that maybe knowing about the connection between PPD and NICU or PICU stays would also help, because even though PPD strikes often at random, sometimes there are likely triggers present that help us recognize its not just that we won/lost some random lottery, or that our brain chemistry is fundamentally prone to it, but that our experiences have led us to it. And it's logical, which makes this seemingly illogical phenomenon more manageable, imho.
I remember feeling that vacancy when I looked into my son's eyes, and it's terrifying. Mine was likely triggered by the PICU stay and my lactation issues. But it's gone now (6 weeks postpartum) and I am loving my little boy fiercely, in a way I feared in those first few weeks that I never would.
Dear son has thrust, according to the doctor. So he's getting meds and it explains why he's been so fussy lately. Especially at feeding time. Today he screamed bloody murder for his bottle. I gave it to him and he screamed afterward. I know he's in pain from the thrush, but I felt my anxiety levels rise again. So my sleep-deprived DH has the baby now. I couldn't stay there.
I hate myself for this.
ME: 35 DH: 39
Married July 2011
DD Born 8/12
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I'm no longer depressed - that ended when I went back to work. I feel busy and full of energy now. I stopped taking meds cold turkey and decided that that was enough. I can't be depressed.
I still have some anxiety around my son but it's not as bad. Hubs still watches baby at night, but baby and I hang out more often. And despite it all, he loves me a lot. He watches for me, squeals and kicks when I talk. He must have forgiven me for the past.