Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman & Jerry Scott
I feel like it would be nice to just walk away for a day. I feel guilty I feel this way. I love my BG very much. There has not been a single night where I didn’t wake up to just check on her or a dream where she wasn’t a part of it in some shape or form.
I feel guilty that I’m making my husband endure the trials and tribulations of breastfeeding. I feel guilty that I need him to take the night shift so I can recharge my battery and gain some sanity. I feel guilty that I can’t sleep through my daughter’s cries even though I know my husband is taking care of her. I feel guilty that I wish my husband could spend more time caring for BG. I feel guilty he has to juggle training and his current job because of my needs.
I feel guilty I wish my husband could participate more in pediatrician visits. I feel guilty that I wish my husband showed more interest in pediatrician visits and development milestones and activity suggestions like tummy time.
I feel guilty that I’m having a hard time with breastfeeding. I feel guilty I feel like I’m playing catch up with milk expressing. I feel guilty that I probably am making it harder on myself and my daughter.
I feel guilty that if I could I’d stay home with my BG and not go back to work for a while. I feel guilty that I must leave her. I feel guilty that this goes against my secret wishes. I feel guilty that when I did go through some of my work email, it felt good to not be reading, responding, discussing something related to a newborn and newborn care.
I feel guilty that I can’t share this with my loved ones for fear that it is misinterpreted.
I feel guilty that I can’t multi-task like I used to. I feel guilty that I feel like I should be more put together at 4 weeks post partum.
I feel guilt.
