As I read your story, first I thought... Poor thing, and then I smiled. Why you may ask, instead of giving you advice, I'm going to share my story with you... I wanted to have a completely natural birth, I even took Hypno Birthing Classes...
My husband is in the Military, he was abroad and I was here, with my sister and mother.
Thankfully my husband arrived at 2:00am the day my daughter was born.
So much for natural, I could have lit up a city or something, I was connected in every direction, I was given oxygen, and then told I needed an emergency C-Section. Valentina was born at 13:58. I had a healthy and beautiful baby girl.
Once I made it home I didn't leave my bedroom in 3 days. 3 DAYS!!! I didn't eat anything because I was breastfeeding and I was afraid the food I would eat would effect the baby. I started to look like a skeleton. I didn't sleep... I didn't shower... and it turned out that V had colic!
I thought I was doing something wrong, I was scared, irritable, and to put it very lightly I didn't care much for my husband.
He wouldn't hand me the gas drops because he was reading the directions... what did I do... I attacked! Literally... I had the baby in one arm (screaming) and with my free hand I punched, slapped and scratched him... you should have seen the look on his face... Who is this psycho woman, he must have thought...
3 wks later my husband left to go abroad again. And I have a brand new apartment full of boxes and no furniture!
I didn't let anyone touch her, or visit for that matter for at least 3 months! I became depressed, my world was my baby. I would see other moms with younger babies, the same age and older, walking around looking energetic, groomed, places to go people to see...
I would cry my butt off! I didn't understand how they would do it, I doubted myself completely.
I tried to drive around with my baby but she hated the car seat, so what did I do? I didn't go anywhere!!!! I did now drive anywhere... for at least 6 months. You want to talk depression...
Finally one day (about 7 months) I woke up and decided I would go out, no matter what... if she cried, it was ok, I would tend to her, relax and keep going. And I did!!!! My daughter will be a year old this month, and I am finally feeling like I can do this...
Just know, no matter what, you are doing a wonderful job. The best you can. And one day you are going to look back, like I did, and smile, or even laugh, really really hard.
K