Mummabear
13-02-2007, 18:16
I don't know where to start.....
About a week ago I stated in another thread that I had bonded with DS#2 and that everthing was great. Well every day since then has just got worse and worse. Each day I'm feeling more and more detached from him. I look at him and I just think "hurry up and grow out of this horrid newborn stage". I even yelled at him to shut up this morning, which terrified DS#1 making him jump, which knocked his bowl of cereal all over me, which resulted in him in tears of "what's going on Mummy" for him and tears of "I can't cope" for me, meanwhile DS#2 was still squaking so all 3 of us were in tears with cereal and milk all over me and the floor.
I'm feeling resentful of the time that DS#2 demands of me, taking me away from DS#1, I'm getting frustrated because he wants to be held all the time yet he still cries while being held. Nothing seems to appease him, especially at 3am.
I find myself thinking horrid things like "I should have just stopped at 1" and "I don't like you" and "Shut up and leave me alone" and, well, you get the drift. Horrible things that a loving mother is not supposed to think.
I realise that I have PND, I had it after DS#1 and I've been on meds for quite some time now, even during pregnancy and I realise that I will probably have to up the meds for a while but still, that's not going to help me bond with him is it. He's at my Mum's place at the moment and DH has taken DS#1 out for a while because I'm just not coping. I feel like such a failure.
Why don't I have 'easy' babies? The kind that are happy just being fed and loved. Not needing to be walked around the house for hours on end in a feeble attempt to settle them. Ones that are happy to go off to sleep without a major drama first, ones that aren't constantly riddled with wind and constipation. I've always believed that life only ever deals us hands that we can handle - yet I feel so out of my depth at the moment so how can this belief be true?
Why am I such a inadequate mother? Why can't I just be thankful that my boys are healthy? Why can't I just deal with the fact that I have a newborn and they are demanding and that it's not going to last forever? Why can't I just get on with it, why do I have to fall apart all the time? What's wrong with me? :gloomy: :crying:
About a week ago I stated in another thread that I had bonded with DS#2 and that everthing was great. Well every day since then has just got worse and worse. Each day I'm feeling more and more detached from him. I look at him and I just think "hurry up and grow out of this horrid newborn stage". I even yelled at him to shut up this morning, which terrified DS#1 making him jump, which knocked his bowl of cereal all over me, which resulted in him in tears of "what's going on Mummy" for him and tears of "I can't cope" for me, meanwhile DS#2 was still squaking so all 3 of us were in tears with cereal and milk all over me and the floor.
I'm feeling resentful of the time that DS#2 demands of me, taking me away from DS#1, I'm getting frustrated because he wants to be held all the time yet he still cries while being held. Nothing seems to appease him, especially at 3am.
I find myself thinking horrid things like "I should have just stopped at 1" and "I don't like you" and "Shut up and leave me alone" and, well, you get the drift. Horrible things that a loving mother is not supposed to think.
I realise that I have PND, I had it after DS#1 and I've been on meds for quite some time now, even during pregnancy and I realise that I will probably have to up the meds for a while but still, that's not going to help me bond with him is it. He's at my Mum's place at the moment and DH has taken DS#1 out for a while because I'm just not coping. I feel like such a failure.
Why don't I have 'easy' babies? The kind that are happy just being fed and loved. Not needing to be walked around the house for hours on end in a feeble attempt to settle them. Ones that are happy to go off to sleep without a major drama first, ones that aren't constantly riddled with wind and constipation. I've always believed that life only ever deals us hands that we can handle - yet I feel so out of my depth at the moment so how can this belief be true?
Why am I such a inadequate mother? Why can't I just be thankful that my boys are healthy? Why can't I just deal with the fact that I have a newborn and they are demanding and that it's not going to last forever? Why can't I just get on with it, why do I have to fall apart all the time? What's wrong with me? :gloomy: :crying: