Oh my god. I wish I had read this six weeks ago. I might not have felt so miserable and stupid. Or I might have realised it was 'normal', or temporary. So many nights in there I cried myself to sleep. The Boy tried to get me to tell him what was wrong, and to comfort me with lots of rational reasons of why it would all be ok, but sometimes all I could say was just 'I'm so sad.'
Things are much better now (and we still have the morning and bedtime feeds), but wow. Suddenly this and this and all those other grim days of silence make a lot more sense.
Will this motherhood gig ever get less intense?
Dude, I had NO IDEA. It sounds like this is another one of those extremely common experiences no one bothers to warn us about. YAY. I'm glad things are better, but...this is scary stuff, and it sucks that you had to go through it alone.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? I kind of feel like I knew about all those other things no one tells you, because I was a birth story junkie, but man. This really knocked the stuffing out of me. *Puh.*
ReplyDeleteIt's ok now. Happy days. Except for the part where I got my period at my desk today and had to procure a tampon from a workmate. Yay, open-plan offices!