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Not sure where to even begin other than just saying that as I'm sitting here typing my baby is in the pack-n-play screaming. He's been screaming for a good 15 minutes now. I tried swaddling, diaper change, rocking, etc... nothing is making him happy and I'm fed up. I just worked for 2 weeks and didn't see my baby. I was really hoping that I would have missed him and enjoyed being back at home with him, but I'm not. We've been home all of 4 hours and already I wish someone else would raise him. I just keep having these thoughts of why did I ever want this. So he smiles at me.. and? I can get friends babies to smile at me.. hell I can get a strangers baby to smile at me... so what is the point of all this? Why did I bother giving up my life for this? I could be napping with my furbabies and not listening to the screams of a baby.
When he was about 2 weeks old I told my husband straight to his face "I do not think I am cut out for this.. I think I made a mistake" and my husband has since tried to continue with the "see, you're doing fine. it's all ok. You love him"... ok... I love my family.. doesn't mean I want to be around them 24/7 and wait on them hand and foot. Hell I don't even like being around my husband 24/7. I enjoyed him being military and knowing that I would get time to myself every so often, and deployments rarely bothered me much in the term of loneliness as loneliness was never really a feeling I felt.
I was diagnosed with OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder) back in 2009. It is a mix of anxiety, OCD, and depression pretty much. I was on medication for a year before I did not like the side effects and self weened. I've been off the meds now 6 six years. I struggled with the depression part really bad until it led to my marriage almost ending in which we sought counseling in 2012. Since then things have been fairly decent with only maybe 1 or 2 day stints of depression. I did great the entire pregnancy and despite gripping about wanting to be able to sleep normal again and have a normal bladder I didn't complain about anything else and was actually really happy through the entire thing. But since my son was born.. it's been a downward spiral. As he is continuing to scream, now it's been almost 25 minutes, I want nothing more than to call my in-laws and tell them he's theirs and I'll just visit on occasion. I want nothing more right now than to shout shut up at the top of my lungs.
I'm not even sure how long I'll keep this post up if I even get it posted, but I had to at least write it somewhere. Had to at least admit it in some form or fashion.
And as he nears the 30 minute mark he slows his cry and I wonder if he's finally giving up and realizing that I am not the person to cry to. That I'll never be able to care for him in the way he needs.
When he was about 2 weeks old I told my husband straight to his face "I do not think I am cut out for this.. I think I made a mistake" and my husband has since tried to continue with the "see, you're doing fine. it's all ok. You love him"... ok... I love my family.. doesn't mean I want to be around them 24/7 and wait on them hand and foot. Hell I don't even like being around my husband 24/7. I enjoyed him being military and knowing that I would get time to myself every so often, and deployments rarely bothered me much in the term of loneliness as loneliness was never really a feeling I felt.
I was diagnosed with OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder) back in 2009. It is a mix of anxiety, OCD, and depression pretty much. I was on medication for a year before I did not like the side effects and self weened. I've been off the meds now 6 six years. I struggled with the depression part really bad until it led to my marriage almost ending in which we sought counseling in 2012. Since then things have been fairly decent with only maybe 1 or 2 day stints of depression. I did great the entire pregnancy and despite gripping about wanting to be able to sleep normal again and have a normal bladder I didn't complain about anything else and was actually really happy through the entire thing. But since my son was born.. it's been a downward spiral. As he is continuing to scream, now it's been almost 25 minutes, I want nothing more than to call my in-laws and tell them he's theirs and I'll just visit on occasion. I want nothing more right now than to shout shut up at the top of my lungs.
I'm not even sure how long I'll keep this post up if I even get it posted, but I had to at least write it somewhere. Had to at least admit it in some form or fashion.
And as he nears the 30 minute mark he slows his cry and I wonder if he's finally giving up and realizing that I am not the person to cry to. That I'll never be able to care for him in the way he needs.