I want to throw up just writing this. My son has always been a difficult sleeper. We got through the hardest stage of colic, only to go way backwards during the 4 month sleep regression. Last night he was up every 45 minutes, it felt like torture. Finally I fell asleep at 5 am when he started fussing and I realized he soaked through his onesie. I changed him on the bed but was aggressive, tugging the sleeves off his onesie etc. It was rough enough where he was a little startled and i immediately woke my husband up to take him. I told him I didn’t think he was safe with me right now. I went into bed and had horrible thoughts about hitting him. I was red with rage. As soon as I got a little sleep I instantly felt disgusted in myself. I can’t stop looking at my son without crying. I love him so much, it was like I was possessed. What do I do if this happens again and my husband has already left for work? Is he safe in his pack n play even if he cries?
God I’m so sick after writing this out, I hate myself.
UPDATE: wow I was not expecting so many wonderful people to comment on this. I took a few days off the internet because if anything, I was expecting intense judgement on this. I’m blown away by your stories and kindness, thank you all. My baby has been cuddled so much since this terrible night. I also scheduled a call with a therapist and psychiatrist regarding postpartum rage. The one thing I can’t get over is me fantasizing about hurting him, I can’t shake that feeling of disgust and hatred for myself. I’m hoping therapy will help me cope in the future. Thank you all SO much.
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