RubyfContributor
Postnatal Overwhelm
I feel personally responsible every time our son cries and it cuts me to my core when I can't soothe him. Then my partner wakes up and gets angry with the whole situation and then I start to panic and now, it's 2 hours after I just needed to go to the bathroom, when I disturbed my sleeping child. He's been back asleep for a hour now, and I just managed to sneak back out. I hate myself so much that I can't get back to sleep. I just lay there thinking awful thoughts about myself that I can't turn off. My partner sometimes sends me to another space and tells me to sort myself out, but it makes me feel isolated and worse because I can't sort myself and the more I try, the more I fail and the worse I feel.
I feel like I'm missing all the fun stuff about him getting older and hitting milestones because all my happiness seems to disappear after ten minutes of inconsolable screaming, usually in my face or ear, and I can't get the happy back. I just hate myself for not having more patience or knowing better what to do. My partner is unwell, and can't always help me when I'm feeling like this, mostly he's pretty supportive, and he says he understands. I don't think he does and I don't know how to explain myself.
I try so hard I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep and I'm breastfeeding and this horrible thing happens when my milk let's down and I thought it would go away but it hasn't stopped. I get this flood of either anxiety or anger for a few minutes and if the day is going ok I can usually get a handle on it, but if I can't the rest of the day is ruined.
I feel like I have no control of my life at all. I don't even get to choose what groceries to buy because it's easier if I just wait in the car with the baby so I'm ready to be the milk machine if he screams. He's always screaming in my face, but the second he's happy there's always someone else who wants to catch his smiles and giggles and give him a cuddle while he's calm. I don't even get to choose to spend happy times with him because once he's fed and burped and calm I'm exhausted and need to give him to someone else.
To make a call I need to sit outside, which is why this forum is probably easier. I mean I still need to sit outside but at least the neighbours can't hear the anxiety as I type. We use my phone for internet, turn on the hotspot and leave it sitting on the window ledge inside the lounge room. It means that I'm not even getting to take photos of my baby to remind me of the happy times, of his beautiful gummy smile and chubby cheeks.
I don't know what to do, ever. I'm so hopeless and overwhelmed. I'm sorry this is all over the shop, I just needed to get it out.