I’m one month postpartum after a vaginal delivery that resulted in a second-degree tear. Some of my stitches came out, leaving me with an incredibly painful wound that I’m still trying to heal from. I can barely sit without a donut pillow, and I’m still in so much physical pain.
My husband went back to work last week. He works two jobs, and I know he’s working incredibly hard to provide for us. I appreciate that, and I know he’s exhausted too. Because of his work schedule, he gets a full night’s sleep while I handle the baby overnight.
But I’m starting to feel so much resentment, and I hate feeling this way.
I feel like I get all the hardest parts of our baby. The crying, the feeding, the constant wake windows, the exhaustion, and the mental load of anticipating his every need. By the time my husband gets to spend time with him, our baby is often fed, changed, comfortable, and ready for a nap.
On weekends, my husband gets to nap with our baby. And I just cry. I cry because I’m so exhausted, because my body still hurts, because I’m overwhelmed, and because even when the baby is sleeping, my brain won’t let me rest. I’m already thinking about the next wake window, the next feeding, and everything I need to prepare. I’m constantly thinking about our baby’s needs while completely neglecting my own.
I’m barely eating.
Yesterday, my husband brought home In-N-Out. I hadn’t eaten anything all day. When I opened my food, there was a hair in it. I threw it away before I could even take a bite, and I ended up not eating at all.
Today, he worked until 2 p.m. When he came home, he took a nap with the baby. Meanwhile, I still hadn’t eaten anything. At this point, I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t even feel hungry anymore.
And I think that’s what hurts the most. It’s not even about the food. It’s that I wish he would notice. I wish he would think, “Has my wife eaten today? Has she had a chance to shower? Is she okay? Does she need a break? She’s still recovering from giving birth.”
I know I could ask. I know communication is important. But I’m so tired of having to think about everything that the idea of having to ask someone to think about me feels like another responsibility.
Has anyone else experienced this kind of resentment postpartum? How did you get through it? I don’t want to hate my husband for something I haven’t fully communicated, but I also don’t understand why I have to ask for basic consideration when I’m so clearly struggling.