It’s normal, especially when you only have yourself. Not everyone is blessed with an entire kampung, at least not for me. After my husband went back to work, it was me 24/7, be it whether I’m half dead from fever or covid.
Definitely wasn’t love at first sight for me, I was afraid of my baby when she came out. I just wanted peace and to be left alone because I could barely function. It took me months to accept her as my baby. Before that, everything was just out of responsibility and also because I have no help, I had to do it.
Having to go thru lack of sleep due to the crazy pumping schedules (I blame myself for this, I insisted on bf because it’s said to be able to help lose weight faster lol, few months into pumping, it became an attachment rather than to lose weight), and then baby’s feeding time coincides right after pumping. When I’m almost done, I’m left with less than 1 hour of sleep till the next pump again. It gets worse when baby cries and you can’t figure out as a FTM. She’s lost, I’m lost. I’m very very exhausted.
At times when I’m super sick, I just lay on my bed to cry it all out while watching my baby and thinking “who can help me please, even if it’s just for 10 mins.” I can’t even leave for 5 mins to take a poop or have a quick bite.
Fast forward, as baby grows and I get more sleep, no longer have short interval pump schedules etc, I felt more alive. Only then I really enjoyed “motherhood”. It’s been 26m now and I’m still the main caregiver, 24/7. Looking back, it’s bittersweet. Not sure how I got past it, but things will get better.
Get all the help you can find, go for your me time be it 1 hour just sitting down scrolling thru your phone with NO disturbance. Step by step, find yourself. Always remember that your wellbeing and sanity is equally as important as baby. You need to take care of yourself first. Hang in there 💪🏻!
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