Shipster0958
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I heard many stories and warning signs of postpartum depression or "baby blues," but I seriously don't think I'm suffering from it at all. I've never had any negative feelings toward the little stinker, and as frustrated and tired as I am when I hear her wailing five minutes after I fell asleep, as soon as I pick her up it all seems worth it again.
But, I definitely have had an escalation in loneliness. She's house bound at the moment, due to some medical and weight issues. Hopefully they're just temporary and they're nothing too severe. But of course that means I rarely leave the bedroom. I get up to make bottles and do housework, but that's not exactly a vacation. I'm up all night, and have a lot of trouble sleeping during the day, seeing as we have to be up every two hours anyway.
The hubby will help sometimes, but if he has to go into work the next morning, he's pretty much exempt from nighttime duties. I find myself feeling a bit resentful, but I try to be understanding knowing how tired and completely frazzled I am, and putting myself in the scenario of going into work feeling that way. So I keep up the night time duties.
I had already moved away from all family and friends to get married, and the job I got up here last year didn't really reap any friends. I lost contact with many of my friends, and I don't have a ton of family. I was already lonely before the baby, and now I guess I'm craving some adult interaction. I am probably suffering from a massive case of cabin fever.
I don't write this at all to complain. I have a beautiful little miracle I love more than the whole world. I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest and be able to talk to someone about it, just so I can gain a small piece of normalcy back.
But, I definitely have had an escalation in loneliness. She's house bound at the moment, due to some medical and weight issues. Hopefully they're just temporary and they're nothing too severe. But of course that means I rarely leave the bedroom. I get up to make bottles and do housework, but that's not exactly a vacation. I'm up all night, and have a lot of trouble sleeping during the day, seeing as we have to be up every two hours anyway.
The hubby will help sometimes, but if he has to go into work the next morning, he's pretty much exempt from nighttime duties. I find myself feeling a bit resentful, but I try to be understanding knowing how tired and completely frazzled I am, and putting myself in the scenario of going into work feeling that way. So I keep up the night time duties.
I had already moved away from all family and friends to get married, and the job I got up here last year didn't really reap any friends. I lost contact with many of my friends, and I don't have a ton of family. I was already lonely before the baby, and now I guess I'm craving some adult interaction. I am probably suffering from a massive case of cabin fever.
I don't write this at all to complain. I have a beautiful little miracle I love more than the whole world. I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest and be able to talk to someone about it, just so I can gain a small piece of normalcy back.