Zfbaby
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I just joined because I need somewhere to speak my mind and know that I couldn't say it out loud. It's a long post, I'm sorry.
My dh and I were ltttc. It took 5 years of trying and treatment before I finally got my bfp. Whilst trying to get pg we talked about gender and I always said I wanted a girl but knew we would have a boy. There are just so many in my husband's family. Obviously at the time we just so desperately wanted a baby. We wanted a family. But in the back of my mind I always pictured a little girl. At 16 weeks we went for an early gender scan one of those 3-D ones. The technician told us straight away that it was a boy and it was so obvious that it was. I tried to make out that I was happy with it because I had already told everyone I thought we were having a boy. I secretly hoped I was going to be proved wrong. As my pregnancy went on I thought I was over the disappointment. I started to imagine all the things I'd hoped for in a girl in my little man. I imagined cradling a little baby who would sleep in my arms and imagined breastfeeding him and I imagined hugs and playing in the park.
When he was born he was the only baby on the ward who screamed constantly. the midwifes would come and take him away so I could get just an hour of sleep. He wouldn't breastfeed, he wouldn't stop crying, he had colic he just never seemed to settle with me at all. It went on like that for three months until finally someone thought to check to see if he was tongue tied. He had a 75% tongue tie and it had to be cut three times before it was released. I had already given up on breastfeeding and moved to a bottle. all the things I had imagined about being a mother and a mother to my little girl were replaced by a screaming bottle-fed boy who never slept and scratched at my face. I didn't feel like I ever bonded with him but I thought it was because we had had such a rough start. I tried not to believe it was because I was disappointed in him all along. After his tongue was cut and his feeding was better I thought everything else would get better and I could stop thinking of that girl, the perfect little girl who wouldn't cry all the time and who slept in my arms. I could stop thinking about her and enjoy my boy. Things did seem to get better for awhile. He was a very smiley happy baby he was very advanced with his hand eye coordination and everyone told me how amazing he was and how lucky I was and for awhile I really felt things were getting better. Then at around six months he started making funny noises and funny jerky movements and everything fell apart again. Long story short, he was diagnosed with benign myoclonus of infancy. We spent five days in hospital before diagnosis. The whole time i keep thinking about how it wasn't fair and how this wouldn't have happened if he'd have been a girl, the girl I dreamt of for years, the baby I was meant to have. She would have been easy.
Im a stay at home mum with an at home business making children's clothes. Everytime I make a little dress I feel a pang of jealousy and disappointment towards my son again. I can't seem to shift it. He's almost a year old. Why hasn't this gone away?
I do love him dearly but I can't help but feel we would have a better bond if he'd been my little girl. He's not an affectionate baby although he smiles a lot. He can say mama but prefers to say dada and whilst I know that isn't personal, really it feels like it is.
We've always said we would only ever have two children. Because of our fertility issues my husband wants to start getting the ball rolling on baby number two. He doesn't want a huge age gap between the two and as we had so many problems that lasted such a long time he wants to start trying now. I'm terrified at the prospect of going through this treatment again. What got me through it before with the thought of my little pink bundle. Now I'm terrified of going through another 5 years just to have another boy. I feel like it makes me the most ungrateful horrid person . why can't I bond with the baby I have, why can't I accept the baby I have? I know that if we have another baby and we are told it is a boy I will be crushed. Knowing that I will never have my little girl. I don't know what to say to my husband I don't know how to explain how I feel and I don't know how to feel more towards my little boy. How do I make this horrible feeling go away?
I just joined because I need somewhere to speak my mind and know that I couldn't say it out loud. It's a long post, I'm sorry.
My dh and I were ltttc. It took 5 years of trying and treatment before I finally got my bfp. Whilst trying to get pg we talked about gender and I always said I wanted a girl but knew we would have a boy. There are just so many in my husband's family. Obviously at the time we just so desperately wanted a baby. We wanted a family. But in the back of my mind I always pictured a little girl. At 16 weeks we went for an early gender scan one of those 3-D ones. The technician told us straight away that it was a boy and it was so obvious that it was. I tried to make out that I was happy with it because I had already told everyone I thought we were having a boy. I secretly hoped I was going to be proved wrong. As my pregnancy went on I thought I was over the disappointment. I started to imagine all the things I'd hoped for in a girl in my little man. I imagined cradling a little baby who would sleep in my arms and imagined breastfeeding him and I imagined hugs and playing in the park.
When he was born he was the only baby on the ward who screamed constantly. the midwifes would come and take him away so I could get just an hour of sleep. He wouldn't breastfeed, he wouldn't stop crying, he had colic he just never seemed to settle with me at all. It went on like that for three months until finally someone thought to check to see if he was tongue tied. He had a 75% tongue tie and it had to be cut three times before it was released. I had already given up on breastfeeding and moved to a bottle. all the things I had imagined about being a mother and a mother to my little girl were replaced by a screaming bottle-fed boy who never slept and scratched at my face. I didn't feel like I ever bonded with him but I thought it was because we had had such a rough start. I tried not to believe it was because I was disappointed in him all along. After his tongue was cut and his feeding was better I thought everything else would get better and I could stop thinking of that girl, the perfect little girl who wouldn't cry all the time and who slept in my arms. I could stop thinking about her and enjoy my boy. Things did seem to get better for awhile. He was a very smiley happy baby he was very advanced with his hand eye coordination and everyone told me how amazing he was and how lucky I was and for awhile I really felt things were getting better. Then at around six months he started making funny noises and funny jerky movements and everything fell apart again. Long story short, he was diagnosed with benign myoclonus of infancy. We spent five days in hospital before diagnosis. The whole time i keep thinking about how it wasn't fair and how this wouldn't have happened if he'd have been a girl, the girl I dreamt of for years, the baby I was meant to have. She would have been easy.
Im a stay at home mum with an at home business making children's clothes. Everytime I make a little dress I feel a pang of jealousy and disappointment towards my son again. I can't seem to shift it. He's almost a year old. Why hasn't this gone away?
I do love him dearly but I can't help but feel we would have a better bond if he'd been my little girl. He's not an affectionate baby although he smiles a lot. He can say mama but prefers to say dada and whilst I know that isn't personal, really it feels like it is.
We've always said we would only ever have two children. Because of our fertility issues my husband wants to start getting the ball rolling on baby number two. He doesn't want a huge age gap between the two and as we had so many problems that lasted such a long time he wants to start trying now. I'm terrified at the prospect of going through this treatment again. What got me through it before with the thought of my little pink bundle. Now I'm terrified of going through another 5 years just to have another boy. I feel like it makes me the most ungrateful horrid person . why can't I bond with the baby I have, why can't I accept the baby I have? I know that if we have another baby and we are told it is a boy I will be crushed. Knowing that I will never have my little girl. I don't know what to say to my husband I don't know how to explain how I feel and I don't know how to feel more towards my little boy. How do I make this horrible feeling go away?