this thread is exactly what i need. a place to air every negative feeling that i have inside of me. every emotion felt by mummies here, fatigue, anger, frustration, sadness, loneliness, annoyance, you name it, i have felt it.
my husband and i chose to have a child. however, none of my family or friends how have me how mentally and physically exhausting it can be.
All parents make a choice to have kids, either because they really love and wanted kids, or because the mummy got pregnant by accident and they do not wish to abort the child. there is, however, a difference between an irresponsible parent and an exhausted parent. an irresponsible parent will give birth to the child and dump all the child-rearing to the other half or the grandparents. the grandparents are parents all over again, except this time round they did not have the sex to have the kid.
i chose to have a child, i was aware to a certain extent that it would mean a drastic lifestyle change for the entire family. however, i did not know that it would hit me so badly. before i had a child, my husband and i would travel at a moment's notice, drive all over Singapore in search for food, sit at coffee places to chill or to watch a late night movie. the loss of freedom after the baby arrived, especially during confinement month, was hard to swallow. don't get me wrong. i do not blame the child for my feelings. rather, i acknowledge that the feelings i had are as a result of my own mindset. i love my daughter to bits. i really do. i love how she comes crawling towards me when i return home from work, how she would lie on my chest and "manja" over me, how she would smile that beautiful smile of hers whenever we play peekaboo. i am responsible towards her, i make sure that she has her meals, her water, her snacks, her baths, that she does not watch too much tv, that she listens to kiddy songs and she gets to hang out with kids of her own age.i discipline her when she gets too naughty or when she is just trying her luck. but that does not mean that i do not get overwhelmed and exhausted by all the things that i need to get done while trying to be responsible towards her.
i recognise the need for the husband to rest and have a break. but so do i. but i dont think i can. because i am the mother, i assume most of the roles in child rearing.
anytime to myself, is after work, the 1 hr journey home, bath time and the time before i sleep. if i want a day off from work, i will have to take leave to pak tor with my husband or to have some me time. i dread weekends where i have to do everything. i wonder if i have made the right choice to have a child. if i can turn back time, maybe i would not make the same decision again. everytime she grows for god knows what reason, throw tantrums, refuse to have her meals, i resolve not to have a second child ever. because i do not want to resent the second child for taking away even more time from me. and because i resent weekends, i look forward to going back to work, where i can have time alone to hv my lunch, to shit and to drink coffee in peace. and because of this, i will not want to be a stay at home mother or to work from home if i have a choice. the financial freedom and time away from her is just too precious. when i had to be with her for a whole week because MIL was away for a holiday, it just further reaffirmed my thoughts on how i do not want a second child. a friend of mine is a SAHM. she does not work, quit her job to look after her kid. now, she has difficulty looking for another job and has to be dependent on her husband for income. god forbids, what if one day, her husband left her for another woman? what is going to happen to her and her son?
while i am proud of my child for achieving all her mini-milestones in life (walking, drinking on her own, picking up a tissue), i do not think that all these happiness makes me feel that all the hardship and tiredness is worth it. i am not the kind who will not bear to leave her with my MIL just so that i can have a day to myself. i will not miss her when i am on a 2 day trip to malacca. those two days are time for myself. i owe it to myself to enjoy and relax and have a break. hell, i am not just her mother, i am a woman too. i may be given the womb and egg and uterus to have a child, but i have the brains to know what i want and what i do not want.
for women who had difficulties having babies and are trying so hard to have a child, i feel for you. because i know the happiness and joy of having a child, i know what you are losing out. but we mummies are humans too. we get tired, we have bad days at work, we have work to be responsible for, shitty colleagues and bosses to deal with, cranky kids and sometimes families who give us more trouble than help us. it is not that we do not love our children. we do. we just need an avenue to vent our frustrations, so that after ranting, we can continue to strive on and be a better parent for our child.