And the PRESSURE Begins!!!

One thing you are never prepared for is the amount of pressure placed on new mothers.  After having DD I remember telling a good friend (who was expecting in October) that I will never be one of those moms who gives unwanted advice or makes a mother feel less of a mother.

Right away there was pressure to be supermom.  To breastfeed, to have a baby on a schedule, to be a great wife, to keep the house clean, etc. 

DD wasn't an easy newborn (not that newborns are easy).  But as I sat in my bed with her, struggling to feed her, an odd feeling started to creep up on me.

I began to think of ending my life.  As I type this, I can't believe I felt that way.  I looked at this angry and demanding baby and thought I had made the biggest mistake of my life.  I thought it would be so much easier to not be here anymore and that DD would be better off with a new mom.

I also started to think I wasn't cut out for motherhood.  That DD should be given up for adoption.  I, a normally patient person, couldn't handle it. 

I didn't say anything to anyone.  I let my feelings of failure (due to breastfeeding) and death take over me.  I was angry and sad.  I missed my old life.  I hated my new life, hated my baby, and hated myself for feeling that way.

At my two week appointment to check on my incision I said something to my concerned doctor who said to keep an eye on it for a couple more weeeks.

Like clockwork she called me about a week later.  When I told her I wasn't bonding with the baby and was still angry she suggested medication.

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