Horrific Thoughts Of An Exhausted Mom

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I always thought when I became a mother, I would love my baby no matter what.  It's not a matter of love or even like.  Being a new mother is overwhelming; add colic to that dangerous cocktail, and soon, mentally and emotionally, it intensifies.

“Once, maybe twice a day, I get an image of terrible violence against the baby. Like a flicker in the corner of my eye, it lasts for a quarter of a second, maybe less. Sometimes it is me who inflicts this violence, sometimes it is someone else. Martin says it is all right—it is just her astonishing vulnerability that works strange things in my head. But I know it is also because I am trapped, not just by her endless needs, but also by the endless, mindless love I have for her. For once, I am glad I am an older mother. I don’t panic. I put a limit on the images that flash across my mind’s eye. I am allowed two per day, maybe three. If I get more than that, then it’s off to the doctor for the happy pills. Shoes or no shoes.” —Anne Enright, from her memoir Making Babies.

Luckily, my parents were there to help.  My father drove the baby around in the car for hours, just so I could sleep.  I can 100% relate to this exhausted mom's struggle.

One night, when our first baby was six weeks old, she wouldn’t stop crying. I swaddled and rocked and nursed. I sang and patted and danced. I changed her diaper, even though it was dry. I changed her clothes, thinking maybe a tag was sticking her or something. No matter what I did, she cried.
And I was so tired. I mean, SO. FREAKING. TIRED. Once or twice every hour, she’d seem like she was finally settling down. I’d lie down with her, just start to drift off to sleep, only to be woken up again by her tiny, high-pitched cry.
Finally, I felt something fracture in my psyche, instantaneously, like a crack in glass. And for the briefest of moments, every one of my maternal instincts flew out the window.
At least that’s what happened in my head. I could visualize it perfectly, tossing her through the open window.
Sleep deprivation causes the worst thoughts to pop into your head.  This mom is not unusual, and she is brave enough to bare her soul. Read on to learn how she dealt with the situation at Scary Mommy.
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