Honey'chile.... it is the rare mom who DOESN'T get to exactly where you are from time to time. It doesn't mean you're a terrible mom who should never have had kids, or who should never have any more. It just means you're in a lousy place right now. It's when it lasts longer than an hour or a week or a "whatever" that makes it different than the "bang your head against the wall" kind of days. It's obvious you love your son, even as it's obvious you're at the end of your rope. Don't sell either of you short. The best mom in the world has cried when naptime is over... looked longingly at party dresses and snapped at everyone the rest of the week... or has gotten through the day one minute at a time without killing anybody...and it was a close thing, that everyone went to bed that night alive and breathing. ESPECIALLY if anyone has the nerve to COMMENT on how she's not living up to x,y,or z expectations... instead of laughing, hugging, helping, and reassuring.
Regardless of where the depression has come from... if it's depression, treat it. A good counselor is invaluable. My view of them is as a very educated, very good friend, that I just never was lucky enough to meet on the street. I've gone through periods of my life where my friends kept me afloat, and I needed a therapist like I needed a 3rd ______ (arm, breast, head, whatever)... and times where my friends were either not there, or worse, had NO idea where I was at and just made my life harder then it already was! Oy. They couldn't help me. But a therapist TOTALLY knew exactly where I was at and helped me through it.
((There's a great quote, btw: "If you're going through hell...keep going!" I remind myself of that one a lot... since my tendency is if I'm going through hell, to stop, look around, and essentially set up house. So I tell me'self: "Nope! Keep moving! Get to the other side, girlie!" ))
But yah. If it's depression treat it. Regardless of where it's come from.
And here are some tricks I've learned in my own journey where the theme is "having my cake and eating it, too".
- Look at what I'm really sad about missing out on.
Is it being able to just walk out of my house without having to gather up enough supplies to keep an army fed, and then have to change my clothes twice because the first time I got thrown up on and the second time I spilled coffee/juice/milk down my front?... Answer: Two bags. One in the car and one in the house. Changes of clothes for baby and me in both, hot and cold and wet weather. Diapers in both. Food/Soda/Water in both. $20 in both. Everything I can think of extra in the trunk (from swimsuits and sunscreen, to snow suits, to first aid kit with child & adult meds, to garbage bags for diapers). An entire set of extra makeup, mouthwash, perfume, deodorant, razors, sunglasses, and brush and hair ties, in the glove box. I may look like hell leaving the house... but I can "fix myself" in the car. Screw the stroller. Grab munchkin and bag and head to the car. Decide to leave. Leave. Heaven.
Dancing all night/girls night out/meeting a friend for a drink/long dates/?... Overnight babysitting once a month. Drop off at bedtime pick up the next day between lunch and dinner. ((Planned hangovers, I've noticed, have limited my actual hangovers to once or twice a year... but even if I'm not drinking, having the ability to sleep in until noon... so heavenly)).
Short nights out? ... Babysitting. So so so much more affordable after little ones are in bed. I've had college friends do it for a quiet place to study & pizza, other's who'll do it for as little as $20 from bedtime - midnight. My son never even knew I was gone 9 times out of 10.
Daytime alone time? (for sports, coffee, play, vegging out, reading, running errands, manicures, robbing banks, scuba, sunbathing, whatever)... hello preschool/ daycare/ babysitting/ child trading. I personally need to have a block of time I can count on, so I tend to prefer things I pay for, where the only sick days I need to worry about are OUR sick days... but we also have a standing 4 hour a week (fridays) nana day, where my son hangs out with nanna and papa.
(( <Laughing> Now check this out: I've felt like sticking my head in an oven, have cried when naptime is over... or worse, just won't start... have sent myself out of the porch and let my wee one cry at the top of his lungs for 5 minutes while I press my face into the glass door, and just breathe, regaining my temper. I arrange times to go to concerts, time to get fall down drunk and sleep until 2pm, I've arranged babysitting so that I can lay on the couch in my jammies eating popcorn watching movies. All that and more. I also love kids. Am ridiculously happy when 2-10 or more are racing though the house chased by the dog. From the time my son was 1.5 on we crank up the music and dance while we clean. I get reeeeally silly. We search out mud puddles to jump in, and skateboard in the house (huzzah for pergo), climb trees, lay in the grass and watch the clouds, and curl up and watch movies in bed. I've volunteered in the Pediatric Intensive Care. I teach elementary kids 2 days a week. I TA in microbiology and ceramics (aka teaching college kids another 2 days). I'm still a student IN school. I'm in my 2nd homeschooling my 7yo. I LOVE spending time with my son... although I'm still working on relaxing and not scheduling every minute (aka, boredom is not only okay, it's crucial for development of independent thinking, creativity, & imagination)... I LOVE spending time with my son... but I also love time away. I didn't get a lot of away time when he was little (had childcare for 4 hours a week, while I was physically in class). Once he started preschool though, the pendulum shifted. I started taking care of myself. I got some way necessary me time. And these days, we work on balance.
We all figure out ways to keep our sanity. Because life does change. But nearly everything we did before, we can do now. It just takes a little arranging. Which can be impossible to see, much less accomplish, in a depression. Big, small, clinical, postpartum, whatever. It's like drowning in a foot of water, not knowing we could stand up at any time.
So get some help, and save major life choices (like adoption, running for the hills, or skydiving) until you've been feeling good/better for a few months. You may still want to go that route... or you might knock anyone flat who even suggests it.
R
(PS... my best friend -30 years older than me- warned me when I was pregnant I wasn't going to feel "like myself again" until my son was 2. Now I had hormone-induced depression while I was pregnant... suicidal between the hours of 5pm & 7pm every day for 30 weeks, and massive panic attacks thrown in randomly just to spice things up. Also had to have surgery 3 times to remove cancer. Also doubled my weight. So being pregnant was rough... but every day after birth I felt better. But in the end, she turned out to be right. I was NOT myself until my son was solidly 2. And then something just clicked. It may have been regular sleep. It may have been something else. But one morning I just woke up and felt like ME again. Me. Just me. Not mom-me, student-me, exhausted & crazy-me, or teacher-me. Not even daughter-me. Just me. And boy, oh, boy... was it the best feeling in the world.