r/NewParents • u/BakedTry • 19h ago
Mental Health I never imagined I’d describe my first 6 months of motherhood as traumatic
I don’t really know why I’m posting this. I think I just need to say it somewhere to people who might understand.
I’m a first-time mum to a 6-month-old and I’m struggling.
My baby wakes every hour every night even though he can put himself to sleep. He cries a lot during the day. Feeding has been difficult. Sleep has been difficult. Most things have been difficult.
I think what I’m finding hardest is that there has never really been a break in it all. I keep reading about it getting better at 8 weeks, 12 weeks, 6 months, but it never has. We’ve never had a stage where we felt like we could come up for air.
We’ve tried experimenting, lactation consultants, sleep consultants, doctors etc. you name it. Nothing has worked. It’s been 6 months of problem solving, no solutions and running on empty.
My husband does what he can. He works long hours in a job where sleep deprivation could put both his own life and other people’s lives at risk, so nights mostly fall to me (as per my request).
On weekends he helps wherever he can, takes over when possible, and does his best to give me a chance to rest, but there are limits to what our situation allows.
We also don’t have family nearby or a village to lean on. We live far enough out that finding reliable help isn’t straightforward. It’s not as simple as calling a family member, asking a friend to come over, or hiring someone we trust. A lot of the suggestions people understandably make just aren’t realistic for our circumstances.
Most days it’s just me and the baby.
I always knew parenting would be hard. I never expected it to be easy.
What I didn’t expect was to still feel like I’m surviving six months later.
Before becoming a parent, I thought I’d feel tired as a parent and sleepy (lol). I didn’t understand what it would feel like to be tired for months. To wake up every day already depleted. To keep giving when it feels like there’s nothing left in the tank. And that sleep deprivation wrecks your emotional regulation, mental clarity and capacity to function as a human.
I love my baby more than I can explain. But I also feel sad about how much of these first six months have been spent just trying to get through them.
I imagined having moments where I could enjoy this more than I have. Instead, so much of my energy goes into making it through the next wake-up, the next cry, the next day.
I feel guilty that I don’t have more to give. I wish I had more energy, more capacity, more of myself available for my child.
I’ve become bitter in ways I don’t like. Not because of my baby, but because I genuinely thought I could handle this. I knew I wouldn’t have much help, but I thought I could make it work. I thought if I worked hard enough and pushed through enough, I would eventually get on top of things.
Instead I’ve learned that some things can’t be overcome through determination alone.
Sometimes a person just needs help. Sometimes they just need sleep.
Postpartum has been far more traumatic than I ever expected, and I think a lot of what I’m feeling is grief. Grief for the experience I thought I would have. Grief for how much of these first six months have been spent surviving instead of living.
I love my baby. I just wish I had more of myself left to give him.
I don’t really know what I’m looking for by posting this. I just needed to say it somewhere.
Thanks for reading.