From the minute she was born, she just screamed, always fed changed cuddled, but still screamed. Never slept, she’s still a bugger for that now, doesn’t nap, wakes at least twice in the night and she’s in our bed too. Will not go in her own. She needed (and still does) need constant entertaining, she has definitely gotten easier, but still so much hard work. And then the guilt of not being able to give my son attention because she takes so much, and doesn’t nap so I can’t spend the time with him then either, is massive.
I feel dreadful for wishing her life away, I’m constantly saying oh roll on when she’s this age, or roll on this time next year, but I can’t wait for the day where I enjoy her and enjoy being her mother the way I do her brother. As I mentioned before my mother is no support, and even though I was on life support after my son, she said to me “I didn’t realise how unwell you were” . And to be honest, I don’t think I realised even now just how bad it was. that part of my life feels like it never happened, but also like it was yesterday?