Update 14-11-20
So since my last post we’ve had a growth spurt, lots more tears and screaming, lots of vomit and other wonderful baby related things. I’ve still got people patronisingly telling me I’m doing so well, me and the baby have a lovely bond blah blah. And I just don’t feel it. I do what I have to do. This morning as I grumpily boiled the kettle my husband asked me what’s the matter.m, I replied “I’m too tired to mum today, I’d like a day off”. Ironic because I can’t have the day off. Support is minimal at best, my husband works a lot and I find it very hard. I’m not enjoying it as I feel I should and sometimes resent being a mother because of the whole host of things it’s done to me. Only bonus is it freed me of my PoTs and endometriosis for an extended period of time. Huzzah. Parenthood has to be the loneliest thing I’ve ever endured. That alongside mental illness. No one talks to you. No one asks how you are. And no one wants to visit after months of “can’t wait to meet baby!!” I mea...