But, I have to confess, I?m having some rough spots too. I have suffered from anxiety and depression on and off since adolescence, and some of that is creeping back in. Have had a couple of panic attacks over the past few weeks which is not fun, and I?m finding that I get really scary mental images of something happening to Ivy (like I imagine that I go into her room and find her not breathing) and I freak myself right out. I also find that some days I feel a bit trapped. Like the enormity of this commitment is finally hitting me and I realise that I don?t get a break. Ever. Or at least not for about 18 years. Some days I wake up and it just feels a bit like ?Groundhog day? ? the same thing over and over again. Ivy is still feeding about every 2 ? hours and refuses to take a bottle so I can?t leave her with anyone (and mostly, don?t want to), but the feeling of being so completely depended on gets a bit overwhelming at times.
Do you know what I mean? Don?t get me wrong? I have no regrets. I adore my little girl and love my new life. It?s just non-stop and draining and confronting and the emotions involved are so strong that sometimes the joy spill over into fear of losing it all or doing it wrong or grief for the loss of my old self.