
What’s going on with me lately? It’s been a tough few days. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed as I have right now. I’ve never felt like I just wanted to give up on something as much as I have lately.
To be honest, part of me wonders if this is postpartum depression, but the other part of me just says, “No you’re a new mom and this is normal“.
But is it?
I will admit that I love my baby so much, but I still don’t feel like I’ve bonded with him. I still don’t feel like I know what he wants. I still think about my old life and how much easier that was. I still cry when it just feels like it’s too much for me. I feel guilty when I put him in the swing instead of holding him, like I’m the worst mom in the world. I still don’t like breastfeeding and pumping and would pick any amount of sleep over it any day. (No judging allowed.)
When I think of postpartum depression I think of Andrea Yates. If what I’m feeling is postpartum depression, thankfully I’m not having any “Andrea Yates” symptoms. I do not ever (and I mean ever) think of hurting Monkey and/or myself. Ever.
But, at the same time, I don’t feel like myself and how I thought being a mom would feel like.. and I don’t feel like my “being a mom” expectations were delusional or far-fetched in any way. I feel like they were pretty realistic. I thought it would be tough. I knew I’d be sleep deprived. I knew that it would be a lot, but I just never knew it would be like this.
Just yesterday I started feeling some resentment towards my husband too. I was in such a bad mood and there was nothing that he could have done to make it better. Well, actually, I take that back… He could have gotten off of the phone and held the baby to give me a break, but him getting off of a business call would have meant bad news for that deal. It’s just all a cycle.
Obviously he needs to work, so I know that I should not have felt any resentment towards him yesterday. I know that, but I still did. I was pissed off that I was the one trying to calm Monkey down for 4 hours off and on. I was crying and hiding my tears so that he didn’t see them, but so desperately hoping that he would just sense it and make everything calm down. (Not fair, I know.)
The grass always seems greener on the other side, right?
I was covered in spit-up and had tears streaming down my face. Monkey was screaming and super fussy. I burped him, fed him, changed his diaper, sang to him, put him in his swing, put him on the playmat thing, held him and tried to comfort him and not a damn thing worked. I tried everything. And Tarzan was just sitting at the kitchen table on a conference call and laughing. I’ve never wanted to trade places with someone else as badly as I did then. Oh how I wished that was me instead.
I guess Monkey just wanted to be fussy, but I feel like such a bad mom for not being able to know what he wants and comfort him. It’s the worst feeling in the world and really makes me wonder, “Am I mom material?”
Maybe I’m not. Maybe I lack that mom/son bonding thing. Maybe I was born without the maternal instinct. I don’t know. Or maybe I’m just sleep deprived and had a bad day yesterday.
When do you know when it’s more than that though? Do people with postpartum depression just pretend that they are okay to everyone, but inside they are completely falling apart? That’s how I feel.
Monkey was crying so much and it was breaking my heart. I was crying and I felt completely worthless in this whole process. My initial reaction was to shake my hands and scream out loud, but obviously I didn’t because Monkey was in my hands and Tarzan was on an important call. I will admit that this thought freaked me out though, like I shouldn’t have even thought that I wanted to wave my hands and scream.
My parents came over yesterday and told me, “Wow, you look great and you seem to be doing great!” It was nice to hear, but I also felt like “Ha, ha, I have them fooled.” Maybe I’m just a good actor?
I just feel like things are fine one minute and then they aren’t and I’m a mess.
As if yesterday wasn’t bad enough between mommy and baby, my beloved dog growled at me and he never does this. Ever. You know that T. and I are doing shifts to get some uninterrupted sleep, right? Well whoever goes to bed takes the dog with them. Our dog likes sleeping on our bed too. Last night was no different.
I went to bed, grabbed our dog, and put him on the bed. It’s the same damn routine we do every night. I needed to fix the sheets so I tried to move him and he growled. This pissed me off. I figured that maybe I heard him wrong. I said his name in a sweet way and told him to “come here”. He didn’t. I went to pick him up again and he growled.
Then Tarzan came in and asked what was going on. I just started crying that all I wanted to do was go to bed and our dog wasn’t cooperating. Sounds dumb, I know. Tarzan picked up the dog and put him in his bed and hugged me and told me that even though the day was rough for me, tomorrow would be better.
Then I asked him if Monkey had calmed down and he said yes. I made some comment like I couldn’t handle things and he had the magic touch. But I said it in a really annoying voice because it is annoying. I’m with a screaming child for a good chunk of the day and then I give him to T and BOOM, things are calm.
I guess I secretly deep down want to have that secret touch. I’m jealous. I’m the mom, shouldn’t that magic touch just come with the territory?
I guess my whole point is that sometimes I feel really good about this whole mom thing and other times I don’t. And it’s not just little feelings of not feeling it… they are big and it scares me that something might not be right with me. Is that normal? Or is it something more serious like postpartum depression?
And I feel so bad because so many people have called to ask if they could come over and see the baby and I haven’t called them back. I just don’t feel like talking. I had a baby and now I’m anti-social, I guess.
Who am I? Why don’t I want to call people back? Why don’t I just stare at my baby for long periods of time oohing and aahing over him? Why don’t I love motherhood yet? When will it get better? When will I feel in control instead of completely hopeless? When will I feel like I’m actually bonding with my baby? When will I stop feeling guilty for wanting to put him in the swing so that I can have a break? When will the tears stop? When will I stop feeling inadequate as a mother?
Most importantly, are all of these thoughts and questions a normal part of motherhood, or is it something more serious like postpartum depression?
You might also want to read:
- Past memory of postpartum depression, breastfeeding Monkey, & my dog
- Six week postpartum appointment and going to a psychiatrist for postpartum depression
- Being real with therapy, postpartum depression, family, & friends
- Follow-up to previous post about postpartum depression
- Postpartum depression: Stepping outside the box and feeling more confident




I'd say most of what you wrote here is normal. I'm about two months (not quite) ahead of you in the game and it does get a lot easier, a lot. I used to think that if it was always going to be LIKE THAT, then I didn't really know what the hell I was doing being a Mom. I also had to hand my son over to my husband when he wouldn't be soothed by me, and he'd stop instantly. I was told numerous times that my son can smell milk on me, so when I carry him or try to comfort him, he can smell that and wants to eat or it stimulates hunger, and if I don't feed him, he's not gonna calm down, whether he's truly hungry or not. He can go to his Dad, who doesn't smell like milk, and that nonsense ends right away. It's not personal, and it's not that he prefers Dad to Mom, but Dad doesn't have that tempting smell of food lingering on him.
As for not liking breastfeeding, I don't much care for it either, but I keep doing it because I want to do what's best for my baby, and I worked so hard to get my milk supply up and stop supplementing with formula as much as I had to in the beginning, so I want to continue. I've decided I'll do it until Christmas, where he'll be 6.5 months, and then I'll decide if I want to continue or not.
As for feeling overwhelmed, get some help. Ask your parents or in laws to come over and help. My Mom still comes by once a week, and she does almost everything for my son while she's here to give me a break. I jsut have to feed him, she'll even burp him and change diapers, play with him, get him to sleep for naps, take him for a walk and let me recharge. She also does laundry, dishes and brings food. Nobody knows you need the help unless you ask or let them do it.
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