It took me a long time to post this tonight, but I need to vent.
I’m so tired of being a mom.
I’m so touched out. This is baby number two, and she is exhausted. She’s nothing like our first. I miss my life with just my first, and it makes me so sad.
She’s 11 weeks old, and my husband and I are both having such a hard time bonding with her because she is so high need. All she does is cry all day long. She’s never settled. It’s not her tummy anymore; I think it’s just her personality. You can’t set her down. You can’t look at her weirdly. She doesn’t nap unless she’s held. She must always be entertained. It is exhausting.
She is EBF, and I’ve had an oversupply for a while—today she was so needy, I literally forgot to eat. Literally forgot to feed myself.
So here I am doubting myself, thinking maybe she didn’t get enough to eat today because I didn’t nourish myself, even though I changed more wet diapers today than ever before.
I’m sad all the time. I feel like I’m in a weird limbo, thinking life will get better every day, but it’s literally Groundhog Day every day.
I feel like I’m neglecting our four-year-old because I’m so preoccupied with her that I barely have time to entertain him. I miss him so much.
Tonight is particularly rough. Probably because I didn’t eat well; I don’t know if she’s hungry or going through something, but she has been on a wonderful schedule for the most part. She wakes up around 7-8 am and goes to bed at 8 pm. She has not fallen asleep and just screamed all night. It’s 11 pm, and I’m so touched out, that I cannot even nurse her anymore, so she’s getting a bottle in hopes that will put her to sleep.
I have two more weeks until I go back to work, and I am literally counting the days. I hate feeling this way because I want to be with my family. But she is making me resent everything and all things baby. I have wished away the newborn phase and now, in turn, all of my maternity leave to barely bond with her. I’m just so sad and so exhausted.