Yep me too! I remember one day crying on the phone to DH telling him to come home. DD was crying in her cot. He came home and found me on the floor still crying with the receiver next to me. He picked me up gave me a cuddle and told me it would be ok. Then he took DD and I slept for a bit.

Even with DS (my second) whom I coped better with I still thought to myself why did I do this and was convinced in moments of sleep deprivation that he hated me.