thecurioustchristian
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I’ll try to keep the details to only what is relevant, as this account is obviously a throwaway, and I want to remain anonymous-ish. Also, I don’t want to write a novel — I have ADHD and know that a wall of text rarely gets read.
My partner and I have suffered multiple pregnancy losses over the past few years, all of which had complications and one of which caused a massive hemorrhage. I was diagnosed with premature ovarian failure after my last loss and was told I would not be able to become pregnant again. However, a few months later, I did spontaneously conceive twins.
The pregnancy was managed with Lovenox to prevent another loss and had no complications until 30 weeks, when I was put on bedrest for preterm labor. I delivered at 38.5 weeks via C-section two weeks ago and am recovering well. I’m a small person and don’t have to tell any of you how miserable I felt during those last 8 weeks or so.
However, my husband and I are past the honeymoon phase of being excited and happy to have finally brought home living babies after so many losses and setbacks. Now I am wondering if having children was a huge mistake — not because my twins are anything but loveable and perfect, but because both my partner and I spend so much time being frustrated and downright angry.
My husband has said one of the twins is a nightmare and last night told her to go to hell, “from whence she came” — which, in hindsight, is kind of funny, but the comment was said with such anger and resentment that I immediately started crying because my heart was so hurt for her. He’s made similar comments over the past week or so, as well.
On the other hand, I threw a bottle of formula at the wall early this morning when one of my twins (not the hellborn one, to be clear) fed for 10 minutes but wasn’t actually drinking anything. And I’ve yelled one of the twins’ names to get her attention during a screeching fit (obviously, not effective — she’s only two weeks old, and I was only yelling because I lost my shit).
So clearly, neither me nor my partner are being parents of the year or — most importantly — the parents that these sweet girls deserve. I went from feeling bonded and happy with both twins during the first week to absolutely dreading any time I have to feed either one or put one down for sleep.
Feeding is one of the main sources of frustration, as my milk never came in after my C-section, and both twins take foreverrrrr to finish a bottle. One of my twins even cries while she eats, which is.. confusing and frustrating.
Sleeping is, obviously, another main source of frustration, especially since one twin remains active during sleep (snuffling, grunting, briefly crying, etc.) and therefore sleeps less and feeds more, while the other twin conks out and can sleep for up to 3 hours.
Last night, one of the twins didn’t sleep at all and basically cried the whole night, so both my partner and I are on the edge this morning. Neither one of us would ever physically hurt the babies, but I also feel like both he and I have not been as nurturing as these girls deserve. Last night was a breaking point.
I don’t know what I’m asking. Maybe for advice on how to keep my shit together? Maybe for reassurance that just because I don’t like my twins (but do love both fiercely) right now doesn’t mean I’m an awful parent? Or maybe even confirmation that I am an awful parent and need to do x, y, and z to mend my ways?
Please help. I want so badly to be a good mother to two tiny human beings who just need love (and lots and lots of formula).
My partner and I have suffered multiple pregnancy losses over the past few years, all of which had complications and one of which caused a massive hemorrhage. I was diagnosed with premature ovarian failure after my last loss and was told I would not be able to become pregnant again. However, a few months later, I did spontaneously conceive twins.
The pregnancy was managed with Lovenox to prevent another loss and had no complications until 30 weeks, when I was put on bedrest for preterm labor. I delivered at 38.5 weeks via C-section two weeks ago and am recovering well. I’m a small person and don’t have to tell any of you how miserable I felt during those last 8 weeks or so.
However, my husband and I are past the honeymoon phase of being excited and happy to have finally brought home living babies after so many losses and setbacks. Now I am wondering if having children was a huge mistake — not because my twins are anything but loveable and perfect, but because both my partner and I spend so much time being frustrated and downright angry.
My husband has said one of the twins is a nightmare and last night told her to go to hell, “from whence she came” — which, in hindsight, is kind of funny, but the comment was said with such anger and resentment that I immediately started crying because my heart was so hurt for her. He’s made similar comments over the past week or so, as well.
On the other hand, I threw a bottle of formula at the wall early this morning when one of my twins (not the hellborn one, to be clear) fed for 10 minutes but wasn’t actually drinking anything. And I’ve yelled one of the twins’ names to get her attention during a screeching fit (obviously, not effective — she’s only two weeks old, and I was only yelling because I lost my shit).
So clearly, neither me nor my partner are being parents of the year or — most importantly — the parents that these sweet girls deserve. I went from feeling bonded and happy with both twins during the first week to absolutely dreading any time I have to feed either one or put one down for sleep.
Feeding is one of the main sources of frustration, as my milk never came in after my C-section, and both twins take foreverrrrr to finish a bottle. One of my twins even cries while she eats, which is.. confusing and frustrating.
Sleeping is, obviously, another main source of frustration, especially since one twin remains active during sleep (snuffling, grunting, briefly crying, etc.) and therefore sleeps less and feeds more, while the other twin conks out and can sleep for up to 3 hours.
Last night, one of the twins didn’t sleep at all and basically cried the whole night, so both my partner and I are on the edge this morning. Neither one of us would ever physically hurt the babies, but I also feel like both he and I have not been as nurturing as these girls deserve. Last night was a breaking point.
I don’t know what I’m asking. Maybe for advice on how to keep my shit together? Maybe for reassurance that just because I don’t like my twins (but do love both fiercely) right now doesn’t mean I’m an awful parent? Or maybe even confirmation that I am an awful parent and need to do x, y, and z to mend my ways?
Please help. I want so badly to be a good mother to two tiny human beings who just need love (and lots and lots of formula).