DH:
I'm not sorry that I stormed out of the house this morning and smoked, for the first time in goodness knows how long. How dare you complain to me that you "haven't had a good nights sleep all week" when I haven't had a good nights sleep not only since our beautiful daughter was born, but for much longer than that thanks to having a rather painful and uncomfortable pregnancy. Don't play the "well I've been at work" card either; you may be stressed at your job, but you get a little thing called "breaks" which I don't - not to mention contact with other adults. I am dealing with no sleep, because I love our daughter. It would have been fantastic if you'd have given her the bottle of expressed milk in the fridge as the last feed last night and rock her to sleep (like I do every night) so I could actually get some sleep for a change, but nope, you just moaned that she was crying again then turned over and snored. I am shattered. On the odd occasion you have attempted to rock her to sleep, you've either sat on the bed and moaned that she's not sleeping (well DUH, it doesn't work that way) or you've given up after a short amount of time and I've had to take over because I'm worried you're going to throw her down on the bed in a stress or something! I know you would probably never do it, but that's how you're making me feel
I need to go out and get some clothes that fit today, because mine are falling off me due to a) Having horrific morning sickness throughout most of my pregnancy and now weighing a stone less than I did pre-pregnancy, and b) A combination of breastfeeding and not having a cat in hells chance of being able to grab anything more substantial than a cereal bar, crackers or a yoghurt during the day as I'm tending to our daughter who is either screaming or feeding. But I'll need to take her with me, as I don't think I can leave her with you give that when she's crying, you get stupidly stressed out, and keep looking at me and pulling faces, tutting, and shaking your head as if you are expecting me to do something about it! She's not hungry
every time she cries! I'm temtped to just go out alone and take her with me (despite the fact this will be a nightmare as she'll no doubt want to feed or want cuddles when I'm out, and I can't try on clothes and do that) so you can catch up on your "much-needed sleep"
I also am worried as you're so clumsy when you're stressed - remember when you tripped over yesterday morning when I practically begged you to pick her up out of the moses basket, and you tripped and your hand landed IN the basket (luckily you missed her) but you nearly tipped it over as well??
I now am going to have a shower and scrub my skin stupidly hard so our daughter doesn't smell any smoke on me
I don't want her to be comforted by her Mummy smelling of smoke, but what choice did I have? I was going to end up punching you if I didn't let off some steam! But I'm going to have to rush my shower because if she wakes up you'll probably just claim you can't hear her crying, despite the fact she's in the same room as us.
Oh and take the hint, I've made up the spare bed and keep asking if there's any floor space in there for her moses basket (to which you say no to).. I'm not going to sleep in there, YOU should. If you don't want your sleep to be disturbed, the room is right there. I feel like I can't even feed our daughter or comfort her in the middle of the night in fear of waking you up. You don't take the fact you haven't slept "well enough" out on your workmates (I'm sure they see the best of you), you take it out on me and your 5-week old daughter. And yes, I WILL hit you if you snore, because you're going to wake her up when I've spent ages trying to get her back to sleep.
LO:
I'm sorry I swore at you (again
) this morning when you wouldn't take your dummy. I love you so much, and I know I'm a terrible mother. I love you so much it really, really hurts. It breaks my heart when I can't comfort you. Please don't hate me
I'm going to shower now so you don't smell smoke on me either, as I don't want you to think that's what Mummy smells like