Sonnenshein_
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I apologize if this turns into a ramble, but I haven't ever spoken about this before. Especially not to other mothers.
I had severe depression and severe anxiety disorder (where I can't even leave the house, make phone calls, etc) for 6 years before DD was born, and when she was born I also got a nice or not so nice* dose of post-natal depression. It got so bad that DH had to come out of work and was registered as my Carer when DD was 4 months old. DD is now 7 1/2 months old and DH has started a new job today. I've been feeling wonderful, as I also got put on Citalopram for a while and when I found out we were expecting again (I'm currently 8 weeks) I cut down the dose and stopped taking them; for two months beforehand I was feeling like it was time to come off them anyway. I got too many opposing opinions on the affects in pregnancy and just couldn't take them anymore. I did great, amazing infact, and everything except my anxiety seemed to have gone, so I told DH it was time for us to move on and get ourselves back to normal, especially with Jellybean number two making their arrival in November... which will be here before I know it!
The sad part is, two hours into his shift with another four hours to go and I'm struggling. It physically hurts me to admit it, but I'm at a total loss with DD. When people are around I'm so confident, but being alone, I just have no idea what to do. I actually find myself scared of her. How silly! I keep having to come away for 5 minutes to stop myself from crying infront of her, but every time I look at her I just feel like I'm letting her down. She's currently taking a nap and I'm trying to avoid another breakdown. I've come so far in my recovery and I was excited for today, but it seems like nothing has changed afterall. What sort of mother is scared of her own baby? especially when I'm totally fine when people are around, and it's only been TWO hours! I've held DH back far too much for too long now, even though he says I haven't, I know I have and I can't bare to voice any of this to him. He told me this morning before he left how proud he is in my recovery and my strength to get here, so I can't possibly tell him this. I'm just at a loss for what to do. I have no friends around here, I can't attempt groups because of my anxiety, and my anxiety also means I can't get any support from a HV because I just about die when I meet a stranger, especially when I feel judged. I just don't understand how everything is fine and I don't have these feelings when there are others around, but as soon as I'm alone with her I have no idea what to do and I'm terrified of her crying. It doesn't help that she's a total daddy's girl and definitely prefers to be around him. I feel like the worst possible mother out there and I just want to get past this.
So so sorry for the ramble! I just needed to get it out because I'm too scared to tell anyone that really knows me. I just don't know what to do.
I had severe depression and severe anxiety disorder (where I can't even leave the house, make phone calls, etc) for 6 years before DD was born, and when she was born I also got a nice or not so nice* dose of post-natal depression. It got so bad that DH had to come out of work and was registered as my Carer when DD was 4 months old. DD is now 7 1/2 months old and DH has started a new job today. I've been feeling wonderful, as I also got put on Citalopram for a while and when I found out we were expecting again (I'm currently 8 weeks) I cut down the dose and stopped taking them; for two months beforehand I was feeling like it was time to come off them anyway. I got too many opposing opinions on the affects in pregnancy and just couldn't take them anymore. I did great, amazing infact, and everything except my anxiety seemed to have gone, so I told DH it was time for us to move on and get ourselves back to normal, especially with Jellybean number two making their arrival in November... which will be here before I know it!
The sad part is, two hours into his shift with another four hours to go and I'm struggling. It physically hurts me to admit it, but I'm at a total loss with DD. When people are around I'm so confident, but being alone, I just have no idea what to do. I actually find myself scared of her. How silly! I keep having to come away for 5 minutes to stop myself from crying infront of her, but every time I look at her I just feel like I'm letting her down. She's currently taking a nap and I'm trying to avoid another breakdown. I've come so far in my recovery and I was excited for today, but it seems like nothing has changed afterall. What sort of mother is scared of her own baby? especially when I'm totally fine when people are around, and it's only been TWO hours! I've held DH back far too much for too long now, even though he says I haven't, I know I have and I can't bare to voice any of this to him. He told me this morning before he left how proud he is in my recovery and my strength to get here, so I can't possibly tell him this. I'm just at a loss for what to do. I have no friends around here, I can't attempt groups because of my anxiety, and my anxiety also means I can't get any support from a HV because I just about die when I meet a stranger, especially when I feel judged. I just don't understand how everything is fine and I don't have these feelings when there are others around, but as soon as I'm alone with her I have no idea what to do and I'm terrified of her crying. It doesn't help that she's a total daddy's girl and definitely prefers to be around him. I feel like the worst possible mother out there and I just want to get past this.
So so sorry for the ramble! I just needed to get it out because I'm too scared to tell anyone that really knows me. I just don't know what to do.